Silas Lockhart

“You figured me out. I … Well, I make myself go out at least once a month in a social setting. I’m usually not the party type; I spend all my time studying and forget there’s more to college than passing tests, you know? And maybe I’ll actually make a friend or two in the process.”

Posy flashed a polite smile. Her curiosity was piqued enough to want to keep talking even if she was unaccustomed to his certain brand of flattery. She took a quick look down at the floor again, before turning her gaze back to Silas.

“I’d like that. A seat, I mean. Staying here on the staircase is kind of a fire code violation, right,” she asked with a laugh. “But I would like to stay within view of the action below. I wouldn’t want to miss anything, especially if this DJ of yours hasn’t even started his best performance yet.”

Silas turned and started back up the stairs towards the second floor, once there he stopped at the first of the three separate seating areas for the VIP clientele on this side of the club. He put his arm out motioning for her to seat, "If need be I can move the bench closer to the railing so you can get a better view."

It was very rare to for Silas to not be at Delirium, and it was rarer still to see him gambling yet here he was at one of Caesar’s Palace blackjack tables. This was a day of rarities for him since he even managed to put some effort into dressing up instead of his usual attire, though now that he thought about it he could have picked a better shirt to wear then one that was starting to look more pink to him as his night went on. Next to him set a scotch glass that he hadn’t touched yet as he focused on the two cards that set in front of them.

His table was nearly empty but never fully as people came and went after a hand or two. He peeked at the two cards, a five of clubs and a six of diamonds stared back at him. Looking up at the dealer he tapped the table in front of him before he reached over and grabbed his glass, taking a sip as the dealer dealt him another card. 

Two seats down from him set a young looking man probably early twenties who seemed a little nervous as if this was his first time in a casino. The younger of the men at the table hit as well as he put a finger into his collar and tugged on it briefly, watching the display Silas smirked.

A single corner of her painted lips curled upward into a determined and mischievous smirk, and her heel lifted to lead another set of lovely strides to close in the distance. As she neared, she listened in, her heightened senses helping her a bit in that regard, before she finally paused behind one of the seats. Her eyes shifted between the two men at the table curiously as the dealer greeted her with a smile and a single finger bidding her to wait until the hand was over to join. 

She gave a wink to the dealer, and turned her eyes to the dark haired man. Up close, there was something different about him. Perhaps it was only the air around him, or the way he carried himself. Her lips curled further into a playful smile at him before she shifted her eyes to the other younger man at the table. “You don’t look so hot, sweetheart,” she cooed, a sting of a tease accompanying her velvet soprano.

The dealer cleared his throat to grab the younger man's attention causing him to draw his gaze away from the woman to him "Uhh umm.." he looked down with a quick look at his cards he decided to hit, as the dealer dealt him a card he let out a sigh and flipped his cards over showing he had busted. The dealer collected his cards and his bet, with a look at the house's cards he stood and flipped his cards revealing 18.

Silas smirked for a brief second before he flipped his cards revealing he had been brought up to 20 with the last card dealt to him. As the dealer collected the cards and gave him his chips Silas took another drink from his glass.

“Of course I have to luck to run into the owner of the club on my first night here! You much think I’m completely silly, standing around up here rather than actually mingling in the crowd,” she made a slight, sweeping motion with her free hand. “And … I mean, don’t let me keep chatting if you've got to tend to business. After all, that’s what owners do in clubs, right?”

He finished with another smirk, he had wondered why she was up here rather then down in the crowd but it was with her suddenly show of embarrassment he could narrow it down to a few reasons."However i do not think you are silly for being up here, in fact its rare for me to even mingle with the crowds which is odd seeing as I own a nightclub I suppose. So I am guessing you are not use to being around this many people?" 

Silas was trying to sound as comforting as he could manage, he didn't want Posy to run off in embarrassment or shut down as some socially awkward would do in her present situation.

“Oh now that would be a terrible thing; best not to explode the DJ this early in the night!”

As the man took a drink, Posy mirrored him; two small sips from the bottle as she made mental notes of the situation. Everything, every action and word, had to be measured just so to keep her calm in this new environment. Yes, she was beginning to relax, but at the back of her mind was a list of ten ways to escape if something went wrong. She didn’t want to use any of them.

It was another pleasant surprise as he introduced himself; that wasn’t something she’d planned for. Still, she couldn’t be seen as rude.

“Silas. Very nice to meet you as well. My name’s Posy. Um, this might sound a little cliché, but … do you come here often?” 

Silas couldn't help but let out a quick laugh at her question before he smirked and replied "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you its just if you had asked anyone else here you probably would have gotten a far different answer then mine."  He took another quick sip to finish out his drink before he looked up at her again.

"Well since I don't really enjoy lying, I'm here most nights but that is mostly because I am the owner of the club." 

“I have to applaud him then. Less talented DJs would just throw everything good at the beginning then loop it several hours later. I’ve seen plenty do that in more corporate-run clubs.”

He started to internally debate whether he should use compulsion to make this easy but his curious side got the better of him. This woman seemed intelligent and regardless of what happened here he could always go find some random person to fed off of later, right now he was more interested in learning about her since she did not seem at all like one of the crowd below them. 

Posy made her way toward a large staircase were a few people lingered and decided that was as good a place as any for her purposes. She stopped a couple stairs down from a ruggedly-handsome faced gentleman with a drink in his hand. Briefly she looked his direction and flashed a wide smile before leaning against the banister and taking in the view while slipping the first bottle of water into the side pocket of her purse for safe-keeping. The second she deftly removed the cap and took a small sip.

He listened to her off hand comment,  "I have a feeling the DJ is just teasing everyone to get their blood going and showcase what will come later.” He spoke just loud enough so the brunette could hear him through the music. To those around him it might just sound like an idle comment, but it was aimed directly at the woman. 

Silas stared forward at his television while reclining on his sofa, as the credits started to roll on the movie he had been watching he looked down at his watch. The hands pointed to 7:35, “Ha, just in time.” He quickly stood up and started to walk out of his living room crossing half the distance  before he cursed under his breath and made a quick turn back to his sofa. Bending over to pick up the remote and hit the power button to turn off his TV before tossing it back onto the sofa and making his way back towards the front door of his house. As he exited he grabbed his leather jacket off a coat rack that stood next to the front door.

Twenty minutes later his truck pulled into the employee parking behind Delirium.  As he climbed out of his truck he looked around noting which employees were already there. He adjusted  his jacket and stepped towards the back door to the club, as he opened the door he started to hear the sound of the electronic music as the DJ started the night off.  He made his way through the back storage rooms before pushing the door open that lead into the main area. Up front Claire one of the bartenders waited in a black dress while picking at her nails before turning her head towards the door as Silas came through it.

Silas glanced towards her before flashing her a smile “Is Jacob not here yet?” Claire shook her head slowly before returning to picking at her nails “No he hasn’t what is that two days now?”. Silas gritted his teeth before shaking his head as he started to walk towards the stairs to the VIP Section. He stopped on the landing between the first and second flight of stairs and raised his hand towards the DJ who in response dimmed the lights and turned on the LEDs that shifted colors with the intensity of the music, as the lights dimmed the bouncer pushed open the door taking a stool with a clipboard on it with him outside as he started to check IDs and names on VIP list.

Around eight-thirty, she stepped from her warm shower and began sorting through her closet for just the right outfit. Satisfied with her choices (after nearly 45 minutes of staring at the wall of clothing) Posy meticulously dressed herself in a pale angora sweater, paired with pleated grey slacks. Black ballet flats and a slim-fitted black leather jacket pulled her stylish-yet-comfortable look together. A quick blow-dry of her hair and a mild application of makeup followed. She emptied her large purple purse of non-essentials - the water bottle and day planner - and headed out the door by ten o’clock.

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