ATOMIC

Malakai had been feeling off all day, and now that the festival was ending, he was becoming certain of what was the matter.. His strength was gone. His powers somehow not within reach. The realization made him testy, anger beginning to boil inside. If this was how his start of living a bit permanently in this city were to go off, he had even more reservations than before. And it all put him on edge, which in regard to others were not a safe bet. He’d end up lashing out, having someone to pin his resentment on. 

A warning grunt sounded from the fallen angel as he made his way trough the crowd, wanting to get back home to his whiskey bottle as quickly as possible, uncertain of how long he would be able to reside alone before the urge to go out and get some company would take over. Then a light female voice called out to him, and he turned, stepping over to her and taking the wallet he had lost at her feet. Her dark blonde hair was shiny and pretty, and her lips were perfectly plump. “Thank you miss. I wouldn’t have noticed if not for you.” Mal said with a friendly smile. “Any chance you’d let me buy you a drink for your trouble?” At least he wouldn’t have to go looking for that company. 

She had been warned that with the festival, her powers would start to mellow out until it was over with.  Emerson decided to use it to her advantage while she could and taste a bit of everything that the party goers had to offer. Once it was switched off, she knew that a familiar ache would make her crave this or someone to fulfil it. At home, she could have Coco but the festival made her mistress seem so busy and she didn’t want to interrupt her. The taste of something else was exciting to her as well. 

As the man turned back, Emerson held up his wallet, relinquishing it without resistance. It was his after all and she was happy to return it. “Happy to help. It would have been dreadful if you lost it,” she replied with a small smile. This one had an energy about him, want that she wanted to drink in until she was filled to the brim. She didn’t discourage the way he looked her over, even straightening up and pushing her shoulders back. “It would be rude to turn down such a sweet offer,” the succubus hummed, taking a step closer. “Thank you, I’d love a drink.” Something told her it would be more fun to drink with him than the other party goers. 

   Fucking festival– it was all bullshit as far as he was concerned. Something stupid to celebrate where they all could pretend that everything was just fucking dandy. Dexter was simply enjoying the ability to walk about and get some air for a little while. That was probably the only upside to this whole situation.

    Only one problem– there was fucking people everywhere and he wasn’t exactly the best at not knocking into people. Not with his brand anyway.

    He turned to look at the woman he had just knocked into, expecting for her to rip him a new one when he noticed her holding out the beaten up bouncy ball he carried with him everywhere. He reached out for it, “Fuck.. thanks…” The gratitude was mumbled, as if it was hard for him to give.

While there was a dull pain in her shoulder from where he charged into her, she knew it would fade. It was hard enough to get through this crowd so a little barging around was to be expected and she took no offence to it.

“You’re welcome,” she said softly, dropping the bouncy ball into his hand. “It’s kinda nifty so you should be careful. People love fiddling with things.” Especially around them, everyone didn’t have much so they clung to what they did have. Emerson was no different though her trinkets came from Colombia, she still liked to cherish them while she could. 

This was a lot to take in, but Natasha was loving it. She was mingling, making her way through everyone. She was attempting to find someone interesting spend her time with, but had yet to find that person. She lost interest quickly, and moved on to someone else. 

She heard someone calling out to her, and she turned around. She noticed her wallet in the woman’s hand. “Oh, god. Thank you,” she said, holding her hand out for it.

Even for a succubus, there was a lot of charged energy in the Chattel that night. It was stronger than even Vice on a busy night. It left her feeling a little dazed even if she was enjoying feeding from it all. It made her smile brighter as the woman turned back to her. Emerson handed it over without hesitation, sensing that the woman had a higher standing in the city than she did. “No problem, I know how much of a pain it can be to lose something important like this. I’m glad you stopped,” she laughed softly. Amongst all the crowd, it would have been easy to lose someone.

As someone pushed through the crowd, the succubus stumbled a few steps back before noticing something fall at her feet. Picking it up, she called out to the other. “Hey! You dropped something,” she said, holding it out for them.