<strong>Name:</strong>JD, Haraim<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Demona, Ayr, Jessamyne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Pick, main floor and VIP room<br/><br/>The Jersey Devil had no idea what he was getting himself into as grinned down at Demona, not even bothering to ask her name before he decided to bring her along into the back with him. "I hope you can keep both me and these girls happy, then. Sounds like you just wanna take charge of everything. Not that I mind a woman in control or nothin'," he said in a low voice under the overpowering waves of music pumping through club, lowering his hand behind Demona and getting a firm handful of her ass, lustfully squeezing away. Of course, being barely more than waist-height, Dorvir had a full viewing of this display, the dwarf grumbling in annoyance as he realized what little chance he had of getting business done until the Jersey Devil was all fucked out. "You know what, Anatas? Come talk to me when you're done with your bitches. We can get down to business when you're done fucking around," he growled, though it seemed more exasperated than angry, as if the dark-bearded dwarf was used to this kind of thing. "Got it," the JD, Anatas, replied as if he didn't hear a word, then took the two women and the one succubus who were making him tight-pantsed into the private party area. The VIP room consisted of just a few long couches surrounding a rather large table, more of a meeting area for the handful of dwarves that came here than a legitimate VIP room. But perhaps the setup was very appropriate to kind of party JD was planning on having, as he sat down on the center couch and eyed Demona, patting his lap with a sly grin.<br/><br/>Back out in the club, Haraim made his way to sit at the bar and order a pint, ignoring the wolf with the fork in his hand to his left and not noticing the tattooed elf to his right. Not far off, the dwarf who had promised to escort the archon somewhere quiet out of the sheer desire to slack off took Ayr into an area back behind the bar, little more than a dim storage area for an almost shocking number of kegs, and very little else. Dwarf bartenders weren't known for their ability to mix drinks. There was a good chance this area was connected to the area behind the VIP room where Ayr's goal awaited, though. "Sorry to see ya get cockblocked like that. I wonder if anyone's fucking that cute little elf yet," the dwarf made rather crude small talk, clearly a bigger fan of elves than his psychopath superior.