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( ALEXANDER &&. MONTY ) 

So absorbed in his own thoughts, Alexander didn’t immediately notice the human encroaching on his space. He blinked, gazing away from the amber-colored liquid before him as a man, perhaps about his age or so, reached out to ask Alex if he was having fun yet. Was his disgust written that plainly onto his features? He angled himself better to face his intruder, and vaguely recognized the man–they knew each other, didn’t they? The man’s tongue rolled on the tip of Alex’s tongue, forming and dissolving as he tried to pin down where he’d met this human man before.

Definitely not here, of that he was damn certain.

“You could say that,” Alex said at last, lifting his glass with his fingers and taking a thoughtful sip. He gestured to the man’s plate, his brows lifting considerably. “You seem to be taking advantage of the free food, at least.”

“Isn’t that the point? To take advantage of it?” He mused, slightly confused. Then again, he was out of his depth and he didn’t want to tread on anyone else’s time. He took another sip of his own glass. “If you’re not here to take advantage of things, what are you here for?”

He didn’t necessarily want to be here. After all, it was crawling with faces he recognized and he didn’t necessarily want them seeing him in such compromising positions. That being said, as a fallen angel it was expected of him, so here he was. As he walked through the rooms, he took notice of a face that he couldn’t quite place but knew was familiar. 

“Sophia? What are you doing here?”

Mia droops as her hopes are dashed with the reply of the stranger, however she does grin at his following comment. Heavily relating to the need to avert one’s gaze. When she wasn’t actively looking for her friend, she was covering her eyes from all the lewd acts before her. Maybe that’s why it’s taking her so long to find her friend, now that she thinks about it. “Most definitely not my kind of party either. Oh no! Don’t worry about it, thank you for not blowing me off! Uh, we were in the Glottany room together when we were separated”

“Well that’d be rude if I did.” He muttered, surprised she’d been blown off by others, particularly when she was in need. “That’s where I’ve been most of the evening.” He paused, trying to think back if he’d seen her. “I suppose I’ve not been paying as much attention as I should’ve been.”

Neve blinked up at Monty, confusion and worry clear on her face as she took in how… relaxed he was. “I’m undercover,” she muttered, low enough so that only he could hear, her eyes darting around them quickly to make sure no one was paying attention to them. “You do know where we are, right? What this place is?” She couldn’t fathom how he could possibly know, if he thought this was just a party. “This place is crawling with fallen angels and vampires. If they catch on that you work with–” Neve paused, inhaling slowly. Her nerves over this whole sordid event were already high, and now she was getting worked up out of fear for her new friend. “No one’s tried anything with you, have they? They haven’t… I dunno, gotten too handsy?”

“I was going to say, you seem like you’re working. Perhaps a little too tense?” He whispered, brows furrowing at her question. “I... I guess not. I don’t get out much and well...” He trailed off. He felt stupid when she spoke once more. “No, no. I’ve spent most of my time in gluttony where people are far too focused on other things. What about you? Are you alright?”

Feliks had been wandering the halls of the club for a while, avoiding people in order to keep his identity and his sanity. The night had him on edge though. The smell of blood filled the air the longer the night went on and it was causing Feliks’ fangs to pop out of his gums, pressing against his lips and making him feel…both strangely evil and strangely at peace. A little like he’d lost of a limb but he had grown back.

He was wandering, passing between two rooms when she caught his eye. The woman from the gala. Kora, beautiful and familiar like a half-remembered dream. And what a dream that would be. She was intelligent and charming and funny and graceful. He had been lucky to even caught her attention at the gala, let alone here.

Something almost a little feral inside him made him intercept Kora in the doorway, a little alcove where things were much quieter, even by vampire standards. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” Feliks said. “Honestly, I didn’t expect to see you again at all but I’m glad I did.” He pressed his lips together as he forced his fangs back into his mouth by sheer force of will. He didn’t want to scare her or do something he’d regret. @decoruspopulus​

She had grown tired. Perhaps she should’ve taken advantage of some of the more daring rooms but as the night went on, she was worried her cover would be blown. Then again, the vampires did know her and just thought her odd, at least the ones that weren’t in the know. Everyone else, however, viewed her as a silly human that was perhaps taking a risk she’d regret. Either way, she idly walked through the rooms, hoping that someone would catch her eye.

“Honestly a robe is just saving me time. I can’t be taking off and putting back on a suit everytime I fuck someone tonight. I don’t care how good they make me look.” Brayden smiled. “You’ll never guess who I ran into tonight?” 

“That’s fair. I’m not entirely sure where my dress is at the moment. Then again, I figured when I left I could probably steal someone else’s clothing. I’m hardly sure anyone would notice.” She said with a laugh. “And who? Someone famous?”

“There really are too much people. I’d leave right this second if it weren’t for the fact that I’m looking for my best friend.” Mia anxiously fiddles with her hands, slightly perking up with the hope that this stranger may have stumbled across Carmen. “Have you…um… perhaps seen her? Her name is Carmen Belemonte? She’s a gorgeous woman, quite a few inches taller than me, same brown complexion, perhaps a tiny bit lighter? Um, she was wearing an muted tightly fitted orange gown?” Mia bit her lip to stop right there. Her hands coming up in a pleading position. “Oh please tell me any of that sounds familiar?”

“I can’t say I’ve seen her just yet. Then again, I’ve been averting my eyes. I’m realizing this isn’t exactly my kind of party.” He replied with an awkward laugh. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be much help. If she does show up, I can send her your way? When did you lose sight of her?”

@decoruspopulus​ - Montgomery

The Gluttony-themed room was a welcome refuge for Viktor, who felt as though any sudden movement or surprise would send him right into a flurry of snapping teeth and claws. Refusing to shift on a full moon hurt, as though his skin was stretched over his bulky frame in all the wrong ways. It also called for him to follow his instincts in ways which, while perhaps socially acceptable in the club, were highly uncomfortable for the young pakhan so far away from his pack. 

However, the many tables stocked to the brim with foods, most particularly venison and similar meats, was one way to appease his roaring needs. Though he would have preferred much rarer steak, or prey that offered him an opportunity to chase it, what the gala provided was enough of a substitute that he could delude himself into thinking that it worked. Viktor was in the midst of gorging himself with meat, his pile of toothpicks growing ever larger when he realized he was not alone in his endeavors. The alpha werewolf paused, ears reddening as he slowly and reluctantly looked over at the other gentleman beside him. “I…uh…missed breakfast.” Fuck, his excuse made him want to die inside. Looking down at his skewer, then back at the other male, he offered it. “Would you, er…like to try? Is very good.”

He’d made his way through the various delicacies laid out on the table. It was a welcome respite from the usual full moon activities. As he continued eating, he realized his appetite was matched by the fellow beside him. He couldn’t help but stare, wondering how the other packed it all away. When the other spoke, he merely laughed it off. “This is gluttony, there’s no need to apologize. Or so I was told after the many apologies I gave walking through the other rooms. As for trying that... it’s okay, you go on ahead. Although I feel since you’re offering, I may as well introduce myself. Most call me Monty.”

( ALEXANDER &&. MONTY ) + @decoruspopulus​​

Alex was restless. The party raged around him, but he couldn’t seem to find anyone he’d spent the better half of the evening looking for. None of his rebel contacts, particularly Nadya, had come across his vision, and if he went out of his way to look for other werewolves, it would place a giant target on his back. Luca and Raphael might have been self-absorbed dicks, but they weren’t that dense.

And then there was the issue of Tatiana–he hadn’t spotted the omega twirling up on stage in one of the gilded cages he’d expected her to be dancing in, and it struck a chord of fear directly into his heart. As The Inferno’s chief, prized omega, there was no telling what sort of depraved plans Luca and Raphael had for her tonight. It made him want to crawl out of his skin, thinking of the way the monsters here would treat one of his own, and the urge to tear apart the mansion in search of her was almost overwhelmingly strong.

For now, though, trying to center his nerves and collect his thoughts, Alex sat in the room situated for gluttony, observing with watchful eyes as people and creatures from all walks of life teetered in and out of the room, giggling as they grabbed whipped cream and hot fudge and even a jar of maraschino cherries. Alex sat alone at the high top bar, nursing a scotch he’d ordered as he studied the party guests around him. Someone here had to slip up–anyone.

After taking note of all the rooms available to him, he’d felt that gluttony seemed to be well... the least sinful. He didn’t think lust was really for him... not with what his current job was. It didn’t take long for him to make a plate, avoiding those that clearly wanted to cavort on or near the table.

Monty certainly felt alone in a room full of people. He’d yet to see anyone he recognized or that he felt comfortable around. He was beginning to wonder whether or not it was time to leave. With a heavy sigh, he made his way towards the bar and ordered a drink. He thought he recognized the man beside him and raised his glass. “Having fun?”

Brayden & Kora

“I think you look fantastic. I was just going to go naked. but I figured a robe wouldn’t hurt. Surfaces at orgies are known to get sticky and I just didn’t want to sit my bare ass on something sticky.”  Brayden shook his head. He smiled at her and handed her a glass of wine. “I’ve had an excellent night so far. I’ll probably have to give you a final tally when the night is over. How about you?” 

“You wearing a robe almost seems out of character.” She teased with a grin. “It’s been a bit hit and miss. I’ve gotten off to a late start. Too busy rotating through the rooms to actually do anything... or anyone.”

Natalie struggled to get through the throng of people surrounding the fighting stage, her spiked strawberry milk held high above her head in attempt to not spill it all over her costume. She was having a rough night thus far. Not only had she already seen disgusting things in some of the other rooms, but her heat was making her want to bash her head against a wall and so far she hadn’t been able to find any of her allies at the the club. To top it all off, she couldn’t even see the fight in front of her– she was far too short, and everyone else was far too tall. Reaching out, she tapped the shoulder of the person in front of her.  “Hey, I can’t see anything! Could you mooooove, please?”

He cocked a brow at the noise. Well, the voice. He let out a sigh before only slightly stepping over. “This is all you get.” He deadpanned. “Should’ve thought through which room you were going to first. Asking people to move might end badly for you here.”

STORIES ALWAYS INTERWOVEN    –––  a supernatural pull;     fate, destiny, perhaps         ( prophecy ).    either way they were paired      for life.    camilla wouldn’t have it any other way.    she’s drawn to him and always had been. 

A SENSE OF ADMIRATION    always present with him.    with his work; his skill.      fingers softly graze his shoulder from behind, circling around to stand before him.       she greets him with a kiss on his cheek a smile finding her lips as she pulls away.     “  barachiel, ”     eyes finding his gaze.    voicelessly, checking in, making sure he’s okay.     “ any concoctions for tonight? ”    she muses humorously.    a certain degree of     softness      reserved for him.  @decoruspopulus​

He knew he’d run into her tonight, he just hadn’t known exactly when or what room. As soon as he felt her presence, a light smile tugged at his lips. After all, they were essentially part of one another. It had been that way since before they’d fallen. Then again, he’d been keeping his distance. Focusing on the tasks he’d been given. He couldn’t afford a distraction, even one so lovely as her. However, tonight he was letting loose. Or rather, he was letting loose as much as one could with his demeanor.

“Camilla.” He countered, leaning into her kiss. “Not tonight. I didn’t think it fit in with the theme.” That and he didn’t want to work on a night he’d set aside for fun. “Anyone caught your eye?”

( barachiel “barry” román ) was just spotted in amsterdam. rumor has it ( he ) is a ( 1975 / appears 42 ) year old ( fallen angel ) who resembles ( jimmi simpson ). ( he ) has been said to be ( intelligent & charming ) but also quite ( impulsive & callous ).with all the chaos surrounding the magical underworld, ( he ) has chosen to align with ( the fallen angels ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( a poisoner for the fallen angels ). hopefully the city doesn’t devour them whole.

Brayden & Kora ( @decoruspopulus​)

Brayden had done very well tonight. Now it was time for refreshments before a victory lap. He settled down at a table in the dining hall and took a long sip from his wine. He put his feet up on the chair next to him and smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait to tell Kat about all of the trouble he got himself in. He saw a figure over by one of the tables and instantly recognized it.  “My darling Kora.” He waved at her. “Come sit with me for a bit.” 

“My sweet Brayden,” She said with a grin. By now she’d lost her dress, either way, it was time for a break. “I’d apologize for my lack of clothing but it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. I mean, look at everyone else.” She said with a laugh. “How’s your evening been?”

@decoruspopulus​​ : adonis + kora (event #1)

He wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this. All of this. The lights, the sounds, the people, the music. It was all crowding his senses. If his wings had been out, Adonis would be tucking them so close to his body they would have ached and shuddered from from the stress. But they remained thoroughly glamoured, and the only outward sign of his claustrophobia beginning to show was in the slight whiteness of his knuckles as he gripped his glass. He needed to decompress for a bit. Or get really drunk really quickly. Either would be good. “Pardon me,” he said on impulse, a hand reaching out to stop a passing woman. “You wouldn’t happen to know if they have a lounge here of some kind? One a little more quiet than this?”

She’d been having the time of her life. It had been far too long since she’d been to a party of this magnitude. After all, she was supposed to be human and humans could only do so much. She’d drank glass after glass of champagne, making sure that she stayed giddy throughout most of the evening but still with all of her faculties. It didn’t take long for someone to stop her, she usually had the effect on people. At the stranger’s question, she paused. “Hmm... well they do have a lounge that’s a bit quieter however... it’s probably not the quiet you’re looking for.”

☾ MONTY // MIA 

Horror, embarrassment, disgust, shock… these words were not enough to describe the myriad of emotions that were currently overwhelming one she wolf by the name of Mia Navarette. Worse still were the random bouts of arousal that would kick in. She just couldn’t stop blushing. When Carmen had asked her to join her out for a night of fun, this was most definitely not what she had in mind. Her only source of comfort being that Carmen looked equally shocked and uncomfortable, or at least that was the impression she had before she lost sight of her dearest friend. Which left her here now. In a state of panic as she looked for her friend. Walking into rooms filled with images she’d rather not be accosted with. At least it had felt a tad less, scandalous in the room filled with food. Gluttony if she remembered correctly, and truthfully the only logical name for a room filled to the brim with food. But Carmen was no longer there and she had no idea where to find her,

Mia walked into another room, squeaking when she felt hands on her and she quickly shuffled away. Her senses were being attacked, and with blooming horror she remembered that tonight was the night of the full moon. It wasn’t as intense for her as it was for the rest of her species, blessings of being a beta, however she could smell in the air the omega pheromones begging for the rut. And there was no question there were Alpha wolves present. Her eyes widened again at the implication of the mess she had found herself in. She was not supposed to be here. 

In a rush she walked towards the nearest bar, bumping into someone on the way for the liquid that would help dull at least some of her senses. “I’m so sorry!” she mentioned but not before downing a whole glass of wine. She turned around again, “Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to bump into you. How rude of me!” 

He’d been doing his best to keep out of... well everyone’s way. It was clear that the evening meant a variety of things for the various attendees. You’d have to have been an idiot not to notice how... aggressive the alphas seemed to be seeking out the others. Well that an the omegas were easy to distinguish. It was at that moment he was very thankful he was only human. It didn’t take long for him to realize he needed a drink... or twenty. “I... oh, it’s alright. Really. I’m pretty sure you’re going to bump into a bunch of others tonight. Everywhere you look, people.”