<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0AYuJl9p7-M/UfDarLdC7cI/AAAAAAAAgoA/KQ0by-BASao/s1600/Colin+Wayne_mgi6f5DTJz1qk5bhro1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abaddon, Dark Prince of Destruction (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214848.msg10599891#msg10599891)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Damien Arasi<br/><strong>Where:</strong>ageHa (http://www.ageha.com/equipment/floor.html)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th,  11ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In picture<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Humans on the whole might be weak, weak willed, easily frightened little buggers, but he would have to give this much to them, they sure knew how to throw a party. No matter where in the world, if there was enough money and people, then humans would gather together and pour as much lights, music and booze into an area and set up shop. Not that he was complaining, there was something thrilling about being among the crush of humans, feeling the bass pulse steadily and unfailingly into his system. It might have been the various use of lights, but his eyes seemed to glitter in sheer pleasure as he took in the sight. For all their supposed propiety and civilization, when they got together like this it was positively primeval, humans might decorate it with high tech effects and triple or sixfold distilled liquors, but it was a clear throwback to the days of ecstatic dancing around fires to the deep beat of drums and imbibing intoxicating herbs.<br/><br/>That much he could appreciate.<br/><br/>For him his duty brought him to places like this now and then as it did now, he was to be here to see what it was all about and speak with the owners of the place. There was apparently a big event in a couple of weekends and they wanted a bit of extra security, his companies reputation had preceded him and he was being treated to a night of energy and free drinks, which was something he wasn't going to argue with. Even the most faithful and devoted of warriors needed to unwind and this was a perfect opportunity to do it, especially since this kind of place would prove perfect for what he was up to, so a bit of R&R would be perfect for him. Didn't hurt that he had an utter weakness for being surrounded by the crush of living bodies, all of them alive, bright, eager to please and caught up in the moment. It was a state he envied and rarely found, but he could certainly enjoy taking advantage of it and maybe having a bit of fun himself.<br/><br/>His large hand wound around the glass next to him as he gazed around, wonder and pleasure easily found in his expression as he took it all in. The booze was good and it would take a hell of a lot to get him feeling even remotely buzzed, even if the bartender had looked wary and amused when he'd ordered the tall glass of nothing but liquor. It was good, for what it cost it damn well better be good, but that's what happened when you took the expensive route for alcohol, that and the expensive stuff always hit harder once it hit. He was going to enjoy his night out and about, maybe find himself a warm body or two and drink up some of this energy and pleasure.