do what feels cool

He was stoic, Damien wasn’t a fan of using his dark gifts that way, he found it insulting to ever compel a woman when he truly believed he was capable of seducing his way into sex and murder. Either way what’s done was done and he watched as the woman called Ms. Pruitt laid on the sofa to watch Rodrick cut the the line of coke.

Walking over to the bar, the vampire skipped the wine and poured himself something stronger, a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other as he made his way back to where his companions where. Placing both items on the coffee table, he sat down and snorted a line, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale as he let the drug kick in. Immortality was wonderful like that, he was free to damage his body as much as he wanted without truly suffering the consequences.

“That’s beautiful Prince Charming, really beautiful,” he breathed.

Under normal circumstances, Rodrick would agree with the belief that using this kind of power to get a woman into bed is insulting to the practitioner. But at the core of it, this isn’t actually about trying to seduce a beautiful woman and have a lot of mutual pleasure and have fun getting all cocky about it to yourself later. 

This is about fun, yes, but the root of it is vengeance for people who have likely been injured by snorting dangerous caustic chemicals without their consent. He therefore not only does not care that she had to be turned with powers, part of the fun is actually the turning itself-- forcing her to enjoy this without her consent. 

Simone let out a giggle at her offer, though she really would enjoy that. She hadn’t been out dancing in a very long time, and she fancied the idea of getting dressed up and going out. “Well I did ballet,” the woman clarified, “But I would love to dance if you’re offering.”

“Ballet is gorgeous! But... yes, I was thinking something a little more modern here. Do you know how to salsa, maybe? Or tango would be fun too.” His eyes light up at that, because dancing is fun foreplay, as is martinis and oysters. 

Clyde nodded his appreciations for the secret of the stash. Fine wine still was something he seemed to be quite fond of—even after all these centuries. “Without the title, come on you’re not much older then me. That one year can’t be excused as a jog in your memory.” Nudging his brother’s shoulder as he took a sip of the drink he was given. “Just living.” He put it simply but those words did whole some sort of undertone. Maybe just not as obvious. “What about you, how are you taking this curfew? Or just forgetting that it’s even in place?”

He laughs a little. “Well, it can’t be the drugs and perpetual drunkenness.” It’s the drugs and perpetual drunkenness. He takes a sip from his wine glass as he listens to how Clyde says that. Just living. Hm. Okay, they’ll get back to that. Rodrick can start if that makes him more comfortable. “God. The curfew. Yeah, honestly, it’s going to take a lot more than a few cops to catch me out after dark but I still hate the very idea of it. I’m probably going to take a few days to go to Monaco, see how Nesta’s doing. They don’t have a damn curfew in Monaco.”

Clyde could only follow not too entirely behind his brother, watching his movements as he was guided. “I’ll blame that on you.” He teased, not at all seriously of course. “Won’t hear me refusing. Though, I might be a little nostalgic since I haven’t been to France in quite some time. We should all take a stroll down memory lane when all of us get some time. I can’t remember the last vacation all of us have taken.” Clyde observed, passing a kind smile to the other.

Clyde is so kind and nice, it almost seems sometimes like he can’t be related to them. Disarmed, he starts pouring into a couple of glasses he finds. “I’m not sure we ever have, but then again my memory only goes back so far.” He hands him his glass. “So. How are you these days?” He gives him the Intense Stare, to make sure he knows that he’s serious about listening to him and is not just making small talk.

  Will looked over the paperwork and he nodded a bit making a few notes here or there on it. “ I never make Prognosis based on my first meeting with a client. I normally wait until I have been seeing them for a while before I finally make a decision or diagnose someone with any sort of disorder” He explained with a smile at him.  

“Makes sense. Okay. Then... I suppose I will see you at our next appointment?”

“Well, who better to share it with then me? Okay that was a little biased but hey you know I’m good at returning the favor.” Clyde promised, grinning. “So, how have you been brother? Feels like it’s been awhile since we’ve actually chatted.”

“It has indeed been a while,” he says, moving toward a back cupboard closet type of thing that he doesn’t remember ever using personally. He starts unlocking it and opens the door, his eyes widening. “You know, I actually can’t think of anyone better at the moment. Let’s sit down over a glass of.... oooh. This is nice.” He picks up a bottle that looks like it was made in the sixties. It’s a particularly difficult to find vintage of a well known southern French winery. “Fortant grenache rouge?” He shows him. 

The blade was exquisite, the base was laden with precious stones while the metal gleamed against the bone handle. Both Damien and the woman watched as Rodrick chopped the drug into fine powder and the vampire went over to where the woman was as the imp got busy. 

“You’re very lovely,” he told her, “And I’m terribly sorry about this, my friend can be a bit overzealous from time to time, I’m sure you understand.” She looked at Damien curiously before falling into a daze, the vampire put the mortal under his spell just to calm her down before taking off her bindings.

“As much as I do enjoy bondage, I’d like this one to enjoy her last night,” he remarked, glancing to where Rodrick was as the woman got up and walked over to where he was, wrapping her slender arms around her captor and smiling as though she wasn’t in any danger at all.

Rodrick straight up stops chopping the cocaine as soon as he hears what Damien says because that has officially gotten his attention. Then he watches with pure breathless awe and wonder as the vampire puts her under his will. Now that is something Rodrick really wishes he could do. It’s pure evil genius. He straightens up with a crooked little smile that he only gets on his face when he’s looking at Nesta or he’s having a very good time. 

“Well, well, well,” he says slowly, before turning to cut three lines instead of two. “Miss Pruitt, could I interest you in some actually good cocaine?” Now it’s truly the party of the ages and he can relax a bit without her screaming or carrying on or trying to get away. He seriously needs to hit this guy up more often.

Clyde almost shot a ‘as if’ look towards his brother. But instead an amused chuckled left the man’s lips. “Alright, Pinocchio.” A playful tease throwing back at his brother too. “Yeah, need to start hiding our own stash. I can keep a secret if you can. Should get a move on it before they over hear and ruin all our fun.”

He chuckles at that, having a pretty blasé attitude toward jokes aimed at him. It’s fun, especially when it’s his family and he knows that deep down they actually like him. “You know, I have special information that an ex-family servant now residing in Monaco left behind a stash of liquor somewhere in the house. She also gave me the key.” He is talking about Nesta, the woman he’s in love with but he hasn’t actually admitted that to himself yet. He just, you know, calls her all the time to see how she’s doing and used to bring her lunch when she was working in the mayor’s office. Stuff Rodrick normally does for everyone (he doesn’t.)

“Didn’t peg you for a liar.” Clyde gently teased but nonetheless a grin perched on his lips. “Now that sounds like a brilliant idea. Let’s hope. I wouldn’t doubt our siblings have picked out all the tasteful wine and left all the shitty bottles to us.”

“I would never lie,” he deadpans, because fuck if he doesn’t lie like every single day of his life. “God. You’re right. Well, we’ll just have to see what’s down there and if they haven’t then we’d better pre-emptively do it back.” How their family manages to stay together is absolutely beyond him but he supposes that the family that hates together, stays together. Or something like that.