Mercedes
Again those flyers were set up. The wing blew the paper gently, causing it to snicker as if it was making fun of the dragon looking at it- wondering how this dragon managed to convince so many dragons coming to their parties despite them taking place in the nights if works days. The cloaked silhouette ripped the flyer of the lamppost and stuffed it into their satchel before slandering down the darkened alleys. The sun nearly completely vanished off the horizon, the earlier dramatic shadows now spreading further until only the late city lights enlightened the streets. The slanderer's horns gently brushed past low hanging paper lanterns, coloured to throw a blowing night life upon bypassing dragons.

"Hm~..."

The stranger said as he stopped by the sign carrying the *Club house's* Name, enlightened by more of those lanterns hanging all around the large building. He huffed, putting the paper back into his satchel after comparing the names, then walked through the open doors into a pre-room, a hall where guests could check in. The lantern led along the ceiling right to a second pair of doors, this time closed... And guarded by one dragon.
"Name"
The wider dragon requested as they stretched out their wing to stop the figure from carelessly wandering in.
"Suggondeeze"
"Well- too bad I cannot find y- HEY-?!"
Just as they realised what the stranger referred to they met instant blackness. With a subtile thud they fell over to the side after Silencer gave them a 'gentle' strike to their neck, nothing serious... Just a little nappy. He shoved the dragon further into another corridor, hiding him out of sight for further visitors- at least he hopes no one would find him that quickly.

The earlier subtile music welcomed Silencer with higher volume as he pushes himself through the doors before letting his hood fall from his face. Usually- he wouldn't consider revealing his identity in public places like that- but today he had to blend into the crowd of rather active, dancing and eyecatching dragons. He was quite irritated seeing dragons that painted themselves with reflective neon colours-...*Could've thought of that- would be even better... Whatevs- the makeup should do* He thought, confidently squeezing himself through the crowd since all his recognisable scars over his face were more or less perfectly covered. Only his greenish eyes where one detail he couldn't hide.
Kenneth
Swooping through the air that was allowed underneath ceilings, Mesa angled her wings to land on the right of an honoured guest, claws gripping the ground as she greeted him with an alcoholic, fruity drink coloured a lime green - a SandWing speciality of cactus juice - with a funky umbrella, reassuring it was on the house whilst carefully stealing one of his jewels for payment. 

She exaggerated a bow in departure, causing the guest to giggle a little too much causing Mesa to tilt her head amongst the crowd, searching. *There,* She thought, feeling accomplished in her sights - he had sober friends. He'll be right. Mesa couldn't imagine the guilt that would slither underneath her scales like snakes because she caused someone's unsafety because she made them tipsy - even those who had wronged her - those who'd do the same to her without a second thou-

The shrill of the singer on stage awakened her from her thoughts - how easily she'd been distracted! She glanced to where her honoured guest was, but he was long gone, perhaps informing others about the importance of seaslugs or some other shit. She smiled dimly, estranged from the atmosphere with the monster of her thoughts. Shaking her head as a dog would shaking off water, she put on the stolen horn ring with a sapphire looking jewel carefully encrusted into the gold, fixing her expression to be carefree with a touch of determination as her wings lifted her into the air, edging onto a shelf like place, the sturdy wood holding her weight with ease.

There she watched over the party, appreciating it. Typically being *In* The party and not the observer, it was somewhat jarring, her perspective being a 'greater' view of the dynamic. Appreciation and awe touched her eyes, but it was one individual that caught her sight. She didn't consider much of him, though key details to note was his ruffled sail and his shifty behaviour. Mesa's eyes narrowed, feeling a toothy smile emerge.

It had been a while since she's had some real fun, and the bait was right in his expression.

"Didn't know you were invited, plus one?" She asked, knowingly giving him an excuse as she spoke from above before swooping down infront of him in a casual, yet strategic matter - blocking his path as she raised her brow. Her tone of voice was conversational but also smug, as if she already knew - a slight smirk showing a reckless side, something she hoped the stranger would believe to be rebellion. 

*Crikey,* She thought as she analysed his figure; the strengths and weaknesses of his physique, only just realising the striking colour of his green eyes. She tilted her head slightly at it, but made no comment - she would get her answer to that, eventually.
John
🎉 **| Bababui** Leveled up!
Mercedes
I'm not going back on my word - I told you I'd reply Tuesday night and I did sidjddjd

*Bingo* The word visibly flashing in his mind as his eyes focused with a greedy grin at the sight of the dragon. How smoothly and unnoticeable she stole the ring, which Silencer seemingly as the only one saw, gave him just the satisfaction that he wouldn't have to look for long. He was about to squeeze himself through the dragons again, his wide shoulders not really making its easy without accidentally pushing someone and spilling their drink either over themselves or another. Silencer lost the contact with that dragon as he was suddenly confronted by one of the guests for being a total idiot, just as he was about to search for his target again he heard the voice right from above. He raised his eyebrows with a calm expression as the dragoness landed just in his path- not that it would continue any further from now on.

"Ah~ well my friend just left to relief his stomach, alcoholics really don't know when to stop, hm?"
He lied, lied well- but the somewhat teasing-charming tone he intended already underlining his made up excuse. The stranger lifted a talon and examined a piece of jewellery in between his claws, the smug tho calms smile not disappearing of his snout. It happened to be a ring looking similar to the one she just has stolen-...Maybe the reflex of brushing her fingers together brought the realisation of something being missing.
"Didn't know the popular and loved by everyone host was stealing from their guests~"
He said before reaching his talon out to hand it back, his emerald eyes wandering from the ring up to hers, unknown if it was charm or intended threatening.
Kenneth
She contained a wry smile - wasn't that the truth. "Of course not~ Terrible thing aren't they?" She played on the word 'not', extending it to show her subtle disbelief of the lame yet plausible excuse, her smile contrasting her stomach squirming at the indication of addiction - which Mesa paid little attention to. She acted somewhat like a noble, though the slight exaggeration of her tone suggested otherwise. He kept a conversation well enough, she mentally noted, sticking out her tongue slightly as she considered the information. *Well enough to be confident in the palette of tones he used.* Always a fun dragon, yet not one to trust - especially since she knew her bad habits all too well.

Surprise lined her features as he revealed the stolen ring, expression then changing to become challenging, as if this were a competition against petty theives, social status and morality. 
"The 'popular and loved host' isn't holding any stolen jewellery, now is she? You better think more carefully about who you present that to, they're more sober than you think," Mesa warned with a mischievous tone, almost as if she didn't exactly mean it as she refused the 'gift', keeping eye contact.
Mercedes
He gave her a grin, a toothy one this time, the corners of his teeth reflecting the eagerness in his eyes. *Damn she's good~* Silencer thought while grabbing the shoulder of a dragon serving drink on a plate to the guests. The *Thief* Placed the ring on the tablet and surprisingly changed his entire being- his tone, facial and physical expressions into a total different dragon, one that was sympathetic and an *Obvious good soul.*
"Excuse me, in case you have a lost and found, could you take it there? I bet the dragon who lost it in all this actin happening around here- is already looking for it."
He sighed over his own words that indicated his disbelief of some dragons being so clumsy... Which made the serving dragon nod with understanding before changing their path to their new side quest.
Silencer looked after them for a short while, his gaze moving with them before landing on Mesa once again, the daring expression reawakening as if he wanted to say *Two can play this sober game.*

"Naw- I gotta say some dragons... Eh?"
The Sandwing slowly walked around them, an rough elegance within his motion almost as if he tried to play the role of a casanova. He leaned his head further to her side, nearly whispering directly into her ear while looking around as if he was just gossiping over dragons... He could play his cards just as well as she did.
"Pretty dragoness, would you mind lowering your nose just this once and doing a favour... For an obviously *Good looking stranger*?" A soft chuckle couldn't be kept back as his own words amused him, actually- he planned intimidation first... But this game really gave him just the thrill he was missing. The Sandwing slowly walked past her, daring to brush against their wings while heading to a less crowded spot on this hall, just beside the open windows towards and empty alley of sleeping houses.
Kenneth
It was as if she already could feel the bile at her mouth from the sickly sweet attitude of the stranger, wrinkling her snout distastefully as he had the audacity to pretend he had an ounce of innocence in his eyes. When his expression darkened, she strangely felt more at ease, the facade at-least saturated in his eyes - daring and perhaps abit competitive.

She kept him in her peripheral, not turning her head. Her tail tensed as he moved closer, keeping her expression neutral as she held in a snarl. "Your mirrors must be good liars~" She cooed back before he moved away, expression changing to be challenging and snide, holding in a laugh at and not with him.

She eyed him critically as he brushed her wings, all too aware of ulterior motives, shielding her heart against his wishes. She followed him, playing into his game - hoping she didn't relent any power by doing so. Once they were more isolated from the others, her senses seemed to perk up. Mesa's ears tilted various directions to listen to the unheard, tail tensed to poison the unlucky and feet light to make a swift escape, if needed. More alert.

"What's on your mind that we need more privacy? You don't have any hidden knives, do you?"
Mercedes
"Ouch~"
He nearly sang before giving that comment a chuckle as well. Reaching the windows he turned around, sat down on his hind legs while leaning his back against the open window before reaching into his robes- to Mesa's relief... It was only a cigar. 
"You can really be poisonous just as sugar sweet on stage... Ah~ been a while since I've been called ugly. But I don't judge, it's not like I have enough jewellery to be attractive, no?"
He said teasingly, underlining her habit of stealing once again- but obviously he wasn't quite the amateur in that either. 

Silencer enlightened his cigar with a gentle flame, turning it before taking a long breath of the tickling but pleasing smoke... And being so friendly not blowing it into Mesa's face but over his shoulder to the open.
"Oooh... Hidden knives? Tzh-tzh~ even if I had any, they wouldn't be anywhere close to the sharpness if your mind my dear"
He crossed his forearms and let the cigar drag a thin cloud of smoke into the night while his eyes glimmered into her's just as the cigar did. 
"You're talented, with all honesty and no irony intended~ 
Someone that is capable of leading a conversation to their advantage, that manipulative talent in combination with your skilled talons... Are quite the big catch~"
While he spoke he'd reach into his pockets once more, taking another cigar but handing it to the host of this party.
Silencer lifted both his eyebrows teasingly while tilting his head to one shoulder.
"Not poisoned, not like I can kidnap or kill such a popular dragon~"
Kenneth
She gave a toothy, controlled smile at his input, allowing a soft snicker at his allusion to thievory, "Neither am I drunk enough to say you are," Mesa commented, her choice of wording indicating she had a few drinks in spite of her healthy liver indicating otherwise. It was better to appear weaker. Much more surprise.

She carefully acknowledged the use of the cigar, choosing not to comment on it as he blew the smoke into the quiet night, her eyes following the smoke until it fragmented into the atmosphere. 

She raised a brow at the numerous compliments received and the backing off of insults, favouring her instead. "You enjoy getting into my mind, don't you?" She asked instead of receiving the compliment like how she once would have, giddy and blushing. Embarrassment twinged in the tensing of her claws as she remembered, but quickly let go.

"It comes with the job, though I doubt you have such talent," She said dismissively to try to enlighten herself with what *He* Could do without directly asking. It was always a good ploy. Say someone isn't good at something and then they boast their biggest secret - a trick she learnt when she was only seven-teen.

She gave a slight smile as he said 'Not poisoned,' it carrying as he spoke. "Would've thought a dragon as smart as you could see the different layers of poison~ those accepted," She gestured with her dark eyes toward the cigarette, "And those not," Her tail curled in, refusing the offer as she kept her talons to herself, sitting down and tilting her head at the strange dragon.
Jewel
Chill out you're good! ✨ don't get into trouble
Mercedes
SDJFbdb I'll try not to - 
Also sounds good ^^ 💞 ✨

Just for a moment his eyes switched between her's and the tension in her talons, taking imaginary notes on that body language of hers. His gaze lifted to hers again with a relaxed toothy grin while wielding his cigarette, "Getting Into your mind? Already? Thats pleasing to hear~" He tensed his eyebrows teasingly before taking another puff of his cigar. His eyebrows stayed up, not really surprised, but also not really disappointed that she wouldn't join him.
"Your loss~" He took the cigar back into his pockets, then took his own one out for a moment and and gazed at the glimmering herbs just as another small burned off part slowly fell to the ground while the glimmer seemingly merciless continued very slowly eating up the cigar. *I am killings myself slowly, no doubt. But at least I leave something behind for the next generations...* He thought to himself, excusing his insane and- no doubt -very risky plans being worth of a view lives... Including his.

"...Sometimes a bit of poison heals you more than you might think" He waved his talon and rolled his eyes, *I begin liking her cunningness* "Im talented in things i have to be talented in, since I cant be talented in everything, im looking for dragons that can fill such gaps~" Slowly but surely he would get to his point, he was curious if he could awaken Mesa's curiosity. But if being honest with his self, ignoring the fact he needs special talents like her, Silencer felt quite lucky he'd meet her-...She enlightens his passions, tho he'd have to polish the rock further to obtain the diamond he needs.

"Say... Do those silly parties never lose their thrill? Im not meaning to accuse you of anything, but is all this fancy talking- those rounds of drinks- putting up a mask and *Acting* Like everyone's friend really making you feel alive?"

HELP Should I be scared

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Jewel
Pleased to hear that TwT
Also
Kenneth
"You wish~ I see a lot of faces, so why should yours be one to remember?" She asked tilting her head, obsidian eyes gleaming with a genuine curiosity of the stranger's response whether it be appearance, egotistical or flirtatious - she doubted anything of value would leave his maw but she was open to being surprised. She shrugged at his comment, finding no interest in another addiction to try scramble out of, the surprisingly airy smoke strangling and suffocating her from inside out. No thanks.

Mesa knew his first statement all too well, instead deciding to comment on latter. She snorted. "How vague~ and I thought you had something of interest to say," Mesa sighed, her voice suave yet curt, playing hard to get - enjoying the game immensely. If he wanted to use her, why make it boring for herself? She kept her heart and her head separate as she spoke to this conniving stranger. He had secrets he wasn't willing to tell and she wasn't going to let herself fall for his flirtatious demeanour.

Mesa suddenly looked straighter at the stranger and his strange questions, especially one revolving around her job. Her shock wasn't easy to mask. It felt out of nowhere, as if he had reached out the window and grasped the smoke he had exhaled like a lasso. "I'm not acting," She said, squinting her eyes to see if he was serious, "In spite of what you may think, I genuinely care for the health and happiness of others at my parties - jewellery stealing 'n' all." 

"They're not always silly. They're an experience, a chance to go and socialise and *Thrive,*" She said in genuine awe despite the bitter thoughts following, *It's easier befriending strangers than keeping friends, too.* She kept the thoughts from lowering the lift in her wings, saving them for another night. "Any job can become monotonous, that's why you have to keep the right one."

Mesa smiled to herself for abit before catching his gaze and seeming to remember the game they were playing. "Why do you ask? You into acting, mysterious SandWing, or is there a name to your face I should forget?~"
Mercedes
Silencer let all her explaining lead the flow of the conversation, himself quietly listening for now. His constant smile faded into more straightened mouth corners while he looked to the side of the window's frame and set out his cigar against it, the last gentle strings of smoke escaping through his nostrils before his eyes would land back on hers. He had the odd feeling she was convincing herself more than him, he raised both eyebrows and nodded ever so often in between her sentences. Slowly his talons collided with each other into a slow monotone applause.

"*A chance to socialise and thrive*? *Caring about health and happiness*?"
The cunning and teasing tone he has earlier seemed to have faded into a calm, tho serious voice, almost judging instead of humorous.
"You steal from your own guests which you act as a friend for- or at least an always *Dazzling* Host... You set up all those parties sponsored by your *Income* Of noble's jewellery I guess? Whatevs... If singing, dancing, acting, drinking and stealing isn't monotone for your heart... And you absolutely have no desire to look outside of the box... Then maybe-"

The Sandwing pushes himself from the window and back on all fourths, taking a view steps forwards and closing the distance between their snouts to have a- very piercing gaze into her eyes, with a green that nearly was threatening- as well as hypnotising. 
"-then maybe... I shouldn't tell you my offer. You are unique, it almost saddens me seeing you waste your potential, Mesa~"
He tilted his head, extending the eye contact for little longer before already turning and walking past her towards the crowd again.
Kenneth
"Health and happiness doesn't come from materials - and if they do for some dragons, I'm doing them a favour," She debated calmly, raising her brow at the mockery of her job and the love she had for it, him acting as if partying was the only part of her life as he said 'no desire to look outside the box'. 

She held her ground as his green eyes pinned her gaze, her lip almost curling to show her teeth. Mesa didn't break eye contact, even as he spoke.

She didn't know how he gained her name, but wasn't entirely surprised; dragons often spoke too loudly to each other, and don't seem to know how keen the "Unobservant's" Ear quite is. Mesa didn't allow her guard around her mind down, shielding against questioning herself. A more lousy part of herself - one she dare not look into - wished to keep speaking with the vain, if not arrogant mysterious SandWing leaving. She winced as she made a decision costing her dignity, muttering harsh curses under her breath as she decided to call him back and hating the inevitable smug face he would wear at the desperation in her voice. Ot like there'd be any. She'd control it like her own talons.

"I never said this was all my life," She called, voice warm and testing, no desperation like she didn't care if the deal was off or not, "What deal you got in mind, past the party-lights and celebrations? And more importantly," She added, to seem as if she didn't want to keep talking to him, arching a brow playfully, "What's my payment?"
Mercedes
His steps slowed down until coming to a stop. With his back turned to her she couldn't see his face- he seemingly just stared aimlessly into the crowd for a moment, before his shoulders relaxed as if a long deafened by the music sigh escapes his lungs. His actual reason why he wanted to close the deal is that he's unsure how far he could trust her to not get others into danger- just like herself. What they were doing was the definition of thrill, *Hooligans*, that's how they were called. But the 'chaos' they're causing to organisations, which's wealth was built on unfairness and betrayal as well as unmoral deals with the lower inhabitants of this kingdom. Nobles think they would always get away with whatever cruelties they planned behind the curtains if this shit show. Silencer came back- maybe to Mesa's surprise not wearing a smug but thoughtful gaze -and extended one wing to lead her back to their audience-less corner.

"...If my ears should ever witness that you couldn't keep this to yourself..."
For a short glance there was a threat in his gaze, he meant it, whatever was so important to him to stay unmentioned. He let his left wing extended, which shielded both their heads from the rest of the crowd as he leaned further in to whisper-...From the outside we know how this looked like.

"*We* Plan on breaking a view nobles' legs... Metaphorical of course"
As if he'd want to loosen the tension again he put on his smugness from earlier, communicating with his facial expressions separately from his words.
"They have records and scrolls of their own crimes, those are contracts they made with organisations like mine- *Criminals* Fits... That's what they call us, since we try ruining their plans since a long time, while their plans are truly the ones that are crimes against their own dragons." Silencer's voice had a weird undertone. Hate... Eventually, something angered him as he spoke, as if the very mentioning of it caused his stomach to twirl.

"...I won't name you details about their *Crimes*, but I'm planning to expose those to society... And once they're on their fall, their wealth getting returned to those in need-
It's planned to happen in a view moons... Heard of this humongous bal where all our *Fancy dragons* Meet?"
He shook his head with a chuckle, reopening his eyes again as he gazed back into hers.
"You'll get the details... Eventually... We have time. As for your payment-...

*What do you -truly- desire?*" The mysterious stranger asked with a tone as if he wanted to test her- maybe he has asked earlier recruits just the same question.

You don't have to be sorry, I don't mind if it's long OR short :>