tw: drugs ; mild violence ; language
There was something about the nightlife that made Mari feel alive. The heavy bass, the dancers, the way that people of all species celebrated the night with their seduction to lights, music, drinksâŚbodies. She was still young and felt the thrill of what life had to offer, and if she didnât have to manage the club, sheâd be out on the floor with some sorry sod that she had no intent of actually getting to know. Though of course, everyone who knew the Castillo family, knew they were more than just a club, selling arms in the basement to wealthy and potential buyers for the crown⌠amongst other things that were asked of them. It was also no secret that â like mother like daughter, that Mari didnât tolerate disrespect, and when sheâd seen a patron taking drugs on the dancefloor, Mari nearly lost it.Â
She motioned for the bodyguards to grab the individual, much to everyoneâs confusion in the surrounding area, and the individual struggling in the guardâs grasp. However, the guard had been strong and thus unable to be swayed. Bringing the high dancer before Mari, sheâd slowly stand closer to them, eyes practically piercing into their soul if she could, with an anger she rarely showed. âWhere did you get the drugs?â Knowing that lately, this was not the first time the drugs were coming in, and she did not appreciate not knowing.Â
The person being held by the guard was far too gone to speak before Mari would draw her lips to their ear. âGet the fuck out of my club and donât come back unlessââ sheâd threateningly grip onto the fabric of their pants where theirâ parts had been. ââyou want me to cut off your cock and feed it to you after torturing you into giving me the information I want,â Mariâs crimson hues would practically glitter, before pulling and nodding at the guard to throw them out. The vampiress did not play when it came to narcotics and wouldnât have buyers in her club. It was bad for business. Her mother taught her that.Â
Upon turning, sheâd realized she had an audience to which a smile finally made it onto her features. âSorry about that~!â Stepping towards the individual. âCare for a drink? Iâll even make it myself. I make a strong margarita on the rocks,â her voice still a bit loud to speak over the music. If only to set aside the previous encounter for another time.
Thomas watched for a second, eyes wide at first until he realized just what was going on. Never had he seen someone act so swiftly at the club level. He had heard rumors of more and more drugs being an issue on the island. But this time was blatant.Â
âNo need to apologize.â The Doctor spoke, âAnd Iâll pay you for a whiskey instead?âÂ