<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u85qKi1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Trent Attwater<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Mercury<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shibuya; The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 7:30-7:45ish PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://fashionformen.info/pict/casual/595.jpg) & his glasses.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Eden, Jacob, Open<br/><hr/>Reaching over to his bag, the boy tugged out his macbook, setting it onto the table. From a quick glance around, it seemed that everyone in the restaurant that evening had some company. He didn't want to look like a complete loner and loser so  taking out his computer in an attempt to look too busy to have company seemed like a proper idea. Just as he powered up the machine, he was approached and a very familiar voice reached his ears.<br/><br/>He glanced forward at the figure now before him. By this time, Trent wondered if the Gaussian blur that he always saw around Eden was actually in effect from being the Sailor Guardian of Beauty or maybe it was just his mind placing in it's own photoshop filter to accompany just how angelic the boy looked.  "Buy you dinner? I wasn't aware I had a date scheduled for tonight." Trent responded with a soft chuckle, followed by a warm smile. What were the odds that one of the very people he had on his mind would actually show up in the same place to dine.<br/><br/>Correction,<em>two</em>of the same people. Not long after being blessed with the presence of Venus, Jacob approached the two younger boys. As soon as Trent's eyes fell upon Jacob, giving the older male a nod and grin. Though with that waggle of Jacob's brow,  the water senshi slumped in his seat , hiding his face behind his Mac screen praying that the glare from it would mask his reddening cheeks.  "No-OOo" his voice cracked into a high pitch causing him to flinch in just how much of a fool he seemed to come off as at the moment.<em>"Stay cool, blue. Cool blue. Cool blue...."</em>. He chanted to himself before clearing his throat.  "Not just anyone. But I extend an invitation to a stud like you." The water senshi then made the gesture of turning to his side and trying to lean back on his elbow upon the table. Unfortunately, his elbow completely missed, sending the boy to fall on his back within the booth, shaking the table and causing a rattle of silverware and condiment glass bottles to echo throughout the dining room. Although he could only see the ceiling through the glasses which now laid crooked on his face, he could feel the eyes of the other diners looking in his direction which caused him to let loose an exasperated breath.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hsi3Q2k.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Malachi, Dark Prince of Passion & Beauty<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Luca Castillo<br/><strong>Where:</strong>ageHa<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th,  11ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In Picture<br/><strong>Muse Inspiration</strong>: Fancy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0yOzQjYSmQ).<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Abaddon, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Not every waking moment of Malachi's life was dedicated to the Dark Kingdom's cause. The blonde did enjoy his down time from draining the energy and life out of humans in order to feed his 'master'. Truth be told, he had grown quite accustomed to the civilian life he had built for himself on Earth. To have countless adoring fans dedicating their love to him at the top of their lungs when they hardly knew him. They just fawned on how gorgeous he was and the nice voice he happened to had been blessed with. They knew not of Malachi, one of the four princes of the Dark Kingdom. Only of Luca Castillo; the latest heart-throb to soak the undergarments of women and cramp the under garments of men all around the globe. Though for some reason, the Japanese really seemed to adore him.<br/><br/>Tonight he would do his usual socialite appearance at one of the finest clubs in Tokyo. As he entered, he had his posse behind him, along with security on guard to keep away the fans that were a bit too crazy and wanted to get their hands on him; and not in the good way. A path was cleared as the club's occupants parted for him like the Red Sea for Moses. His lips were tugged into a coy little smirk as his bodyguards led him towards the VIP lounge. Though as they passed the bar, Malachi had to do a double take as he spotted a figure sitting there. A rather large figure and there were very few individuals that he knew of who had that wide of a build.<br/><br/>An empty seat beside the Dark Prince of Destruction would soon be taken. Small specks of black light had begun to dance in the space next to him, slowly forming into a more humanoid shape and seconds later, Malachi was seated next to his fellow prince. The Bartender only had his back turned for a moment and found himself startled by Malachi's sudden appearance. The Prince of Passion, winked to the man and placed in an order for his drink before turning to Abaddon.   "Honestly, this was the last place in Tokyo I though I would see you." His eyes fell to the drink in the larger prince's hand and a snort of amusement escaped him. "  "Try not to squeeze too much. You'll break the glass."