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☾ - ROXANNE LOCKWOOD has been seen walking around town. Hazelgrove is familiar of the TWENTY-SEVEN [250] year old VAMPIRE as SHE is IN FAVOR OF restoring the town’s Glamour spell. The people of Hazelgrove can agree that the SATIN LOUNGE’S OWNER can be FRIENDLY yet still be FACETIOUS. Let’s just hope something can be settled before the town is turned upside town. + crowded parties, neon jungle’s trouble song, lame jokes. 

   It took a while but Hayward’s reputation was consolidated at that time, no supernatural creature should put their foot in that establishment. Dimitri wasn’t sure if the bar had been from a hunter in the past, but the former owner certainly had a commitment to stay away from anything supernatural. And that was one of the reasons why Dimitri felt so familiar at the dive bar, it was really hard to see him far from the place. He knew that every necessary trap and protection was ready to catch some smart ass who dared to venture there. At that very moment, he was coming down the stairs, proudly running his fingers over the patchwork ornamented with a piece of silver here and there, as well as the entire establishment. Even though the structure of the bar is all wooden, the details could go unnoticed by most of the hunters who frequented the bar, they were used to seeing those stakes and silver all the time. His employees didn’t seem to be present, it was almost time to open so he supposed that they would be in charge of the maintenance door, something against vampires. 

  He ended up being really surprised by the visit of an acquaintance. “It really is a small town.” He joked as she approached him, flashing her a wry smile. “Good decision, do you want a drink?” He offered, leaning his back on the counter, apparently too calm at the beginning of another day’s work. Dimitri was good at showing a calm picture when a storm hit him. “Do you wanna know the place?” He asked, sounding laid-back, yet maintaining eye contact with the owner of the Satin Lounge. Something about her owning a bar, too, brought them closer. Their meetings at bar appointments had never been enough for him and he didn’t know how to tell her. He had even asked her age once and that was just another obstacle he placed on himself to prevent him from really going deeper with her, it was very complicated to hide hunter things from non supernatural people. “If my calculations are right, we’d see each other again in less than a week.”

Girl, you better run. Her mind seemed to scream and Roxy would gladly do that, but not before getting his number. She'd really love to see him once again in a safe place, not only at bar appointments. Oh, yeah, she'd love to smack that ass... Behave, Roxy. Don't go too far. "It is, indeed. And I gotta decline your drink offer, maybe another time?" She fluttered her eyelashes, looking deep into his emerald green eyes. There was something about him that made Roxy long for their meetings. Yes, the fact that both of them owned a bar really brought them closer than she expected. But there was something else, she didn't know how to explain. His freckles, his smile, his eyes, his deep rusky voice... The sad thing was: Despite wanting to get to know him better, she knew she'd have to back away as soon as they had sex. She didn't want to back away from him yet. She'd do anything in her power to not sleep with him for a while, even if every inch of her body longed for it. 

"Um..." No, Roxy. You don't wanna know the place. It's a dangerous place, for God's sake! Well, she wouldn't touch anything. And she'd keep her eyes open and try to spot any traps. If anything, she was running late and she'd run from that bar. "Maybe a little tour, yeah. But make it quick, though. I gotta go back to Satin's Lounge." She nodded, even though she was shaking her head on the inside. Bad move, Roxanne. If you don't end up dead this evening you're a true badass vampire. As soon as she heard him speak about their future meeting, the vampire couldn't help but smirk. "Ah. So you're counting days now, huh? Couldn't wait to see me?" She teased with a knowing look. "Tell you what." She pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it to him. "I forget things easily. Remember our last bar meeting? I was almost 40 minutes late. Why don't you remind me of that, huh? I’ll text you and you’ll text me back." 

He scoffed at her compliment. He wasn’t in a suit or tux like most of the men here. These were the only things that weren’t wrinkled at his place. He hadn’t been kicked out yet. It was a win for him. Zed nodded. “Same. Purgatory is closed for the night. It doesn’t matter to me, I’m still going to drink.” He sipped at his drink in his hand. His wasn’t one of his usually types of parties, but he guessed he could make it work. Any party could be fun in you were drunk enough. He walked with her, cutting through the groups of people. He smiled at how well she knew him. “Bee lined right to it once I got here. And I’m already ten steps ahead of you.” He lifted his glass in the direction of the bar. “I’m already three drinks in. You got to catch up.” The older vampire was already half way there for a refill. 

“Ah, too bad I won't be seeing our strip girls tonight..." Roxy playfully pouted. "Unless..." She chuckled, giving him a suggestive look. If they happened to be around, maybe they could provide them some fun. Well, strip girls could also attend some balls, they were people after all. Her face lit up as soon as she saw the bar. "Oh, yeah, our favorite spot, right? I surely will catch up. You know I don't like to loose." She winked and ran in a human pace to the bar, getting there faster then she would if she just kept walking. She waited for Zed and she asked for a glass of whisky. She finished her drink quickly and clapped her hands. "Alright, one down, two to go. I'd better catch up really quick, right?" She let out a laugh as she asked for another refill. "But first... A toast." She raised her glass. "To our glamorous night off?"

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At first, when Roxy got her VIP pass, she really felt like a big badass vampire. Who doesn't like being a VIP, right? She wouldn't mind getting  spoiled every once in a while. She figured she would find some really good stuff there and she really found it. Her eyes shone with excitement as she entered the room. Besides the amount of alcohol and some other good stuff, there were also some blood bags there, waiting for her. Whoever had that VIP idea really wanted to help her. Or any vampire with a pass. The brunette was sure of one thing: That room was made for supernatural beings only, otherwise they wouldn't just put those blood bags on trays, right? Not only blood, but other supernatural stuff.

She had invited P.D. to explore the room and he was there with her, but he soon left when they heard a strange noise. She told him she would be fine and it was okay for him to check where that noise was coming from, probably someone who was drunk and trying to cause some trouble, she thought. She turned around, facing the table with those drinks and decided to get some bloody booze. She was pouring some blood into the glass when she heard the door open. She didn't bother turning to whoever was walking into the room. Nah, it certainly was another supernatural visiting the room. The vampire only hoped it wasn't another vampire, otherwise she'd have to steal just some of those bags. She then could smell some fresh blood in the air, as if someone had cut themselves near her. She could feel her veins protuberating around her eyes as they got red, giving her natural vampire look. She didn't have much time to react, though.

“Hey, might as well. There’s a whole night of associating with hunters.” He said with a slight grimace since he honestly wasn’t excited about it. P.D. and Hunters didn’t mix and he was more than willing to throw one out of a window if they came up to him. Though, as she complimented him, he blushed and gave a light scuff of his shoe on the ground in bashfulness. “Well, shucks, Roxy. You’ve got my face turning all shades of pink.” Laughing softly, he finished off his drink and leaned against a pillar in the Blood Room. His eyes did go to the woman she was pointing at, causing P.D. to stand up a bit straighter and look a little more put together. “She’s gorgeous, but I’m def not her type. Look at her. She’s dressed like a debutante I’m wearing a suit I stole from a fellow pack member.” He scratched at his jawline like a canine with his free hand since he was a bit nervous. That was one thing he didn’t really know how to deal with, people looking at him with interest. He was a weird dude, that’s how he liked it. “I saw some people wearing fucking crowns and shit and I’m just thinking, what are ya? The king of fucking England?” He joked, leaning against the pillar like he had a moment ago as he reached for another glass of champagne as a server walked by. “I might, unless someone wants to dance with me. But you’ve colored me intrigued, Roxy. What other plans?”

"Oh my God. You're blushing. That's adorable." Roxy teased him as she chuckled, shaking her head, enjoying every minute of that conversation. She looked at the woman for a few seconds with a thoughtful look. "Ah, c'mon. She's just wearing a ball dress. What if she was actually wearing normal clothes? I'd definitely smack that ass." She finally stated. "Enjoy your fancy look, basically everyone here look the same and you know, you can't judge them based on their looks since we all look like Sugar Mommies and Daddies." But hearing him mention the crowns made Roxy burst out a laugh. "Really? Oh, my. Since I just got here, I didn't see that yet. But you gotta show me that!" She finally finished her drink in one last gulp and rubbed her hands with a smirk. "Um... Do you wanna dance? I mean, not right now, though, we gotta pay a little visit this VIP room. Do you have your pass with you?" She lowered her voice so any human could hear them. That room was made for supernatural beings only and no one else needed to know about it. "We'll start with the VIP room and we'll find something interesting to do. That includes making fun of some queens and kings around here."

Zed wasn’t one for formal events. For one, he had never been one in all of his years on this earth. And second, he never owned anything fancy enough. So the only reason he was attending this party was he had the night off and there were free drinks. He tried his best to barely meet the guide lines of the event. Zed wondered though the mass of people in the grand hall. More and more people were filling in. “Roxy?” He questioned when he saw his best friend enter.  Zed walked toward Roxy applauding her. “Look at you. You always knowing  how to make an entrance.” The vampire words were slightly slurred. He may or may not have a had a couple of drinks already. He smiled. “Glad to see you got the night off. I don’t know if I was going to stay any longer if you weren’t here with me.”

The brunette smirked as she checked out a man's ass as he passed by her. "Um, yes, better and better." Before she could do anything else, she heard a familiar voice and her eyes quickly searched through the amount of people for her best friend, a surprised look on her face. She had never seen him attending an event like that. As soon as she laid her eyes on him, she grinned widely. "Z! Oh my God, I can't believe you're here." She looked at him from head to toe. "I'm not the only one who's looking good tonight. And I had to close the bar for the day, my employees are here as well." She pointed to the crowd, as if they were her employees. "I'm here now and you won't be leaving the ball so soon." She gave him a knowing look and slowly started to walk across the entrance hall. "First things first, we need some drinks. You surely know where we can find them, huh?" Roxy teased, winking at Zed. "Let's cause some harmless trouble tonight."

it was a little too fancy for logan, he wasn’t really the most showy person. the tux he had been fitted for, this happened to be the first time he’s ever worn one. “i didn’t come last year.” he admits, having opted out the year prior with most of his pack. it wasn’t their scene, and most wolves weren’t interested in wearing such garish outfits. “it’s pretty, i’ll give it that.” he says, looking around as he adjusts his neck tie.

Roxy nodded as she looked at Logan from head to toe, smiling in approval. "I assume I won't be seeing you in a tux again that soon, huh?" She chuckled and helped him with his tie. "Now you're the wolfie boss." She whispered, careful not to let anyone besides them hear their conversation. If a hunter passed by, they were screwed. They certainly didn't need that. "I like attending this event, there's a lot of hot guys wearing tuxedos and when they turn around, I can take a look at their asses. You should do that too. Not asking you to turn around, but to check on them." She winked as she watched a waiter approach them holding some glasses of champagne on a tray. "Yes, please!" She gladly took two glasses and handed Logan one. "It's gonna be an interesting night."

“You look absolutely stunning.” P.D. said, smiling warmly to her as he handed her a glass of champagne. He wasn’t much for it, but it was a fancy occasion so why not enjoy bubbly alcoholic grape juice. Sipping his own glass, he looked around and thought of everyone’s outfits. “I feel underdressed but I like it. I don’t want to be flashy, especially some types here who would murder me if they got a chance.” He said quietly to her, knowing she’d pick up his words since she was, of course, a vampire.

Roxy turned to P.D. with a surprised look. "Hey, you. Already offering me some poison, huh?" She gladly grabbed the glass of champagne and took a sip of it. "Thank you. We both look fancy tonight. You surely got some girls attention." The vampire discreetly tilted her chin toward a random woman in a black dress. She nodded once P.D. mentioned about the hunters who were also attending that event. She knew what he meant. She ran from them for over two hundred years, she wouldn't like to get caught that night. "Tell me about it. The only flashy thing that I need tonight is my dress. Nothing besides it." She took another sip of her champagne before raising a brow. "Are you skipping the dance too? I have some different ideas for the night."

Perhaps he was odd for being out so late but summer made it so hard to gain real darkness in the skies. He would usually sit out in the vast lands around his house but Luna needed walking so Marcus had set out his his telescope and blanket and they had ended up at the park. He found the darkest spot he could and set himself up, letting Luna off her leash so she could wander as he sat and watched the world about. “Looks like Marcus, Saturn, and Jupiter are suppose to have perfect visibility tonight. Venus is also suppose to be very good.” He said to Nova as if she could understand him. “We’ll try for the others but if the skies don’t permit it then it isn’t meant to be.” He looked down the check his telescope was positioned correctly before glancing back up to check on Nova and jumping slight when he saw someone approaching out of the dark. “I’m sorry, you gave me a fright. Wasn’t expecting to see anyone out so late.”

Roxy had just stolen a lot of blood bags from the hospital and she carried them in her giant bag (the only reason she bought it was because she needed something to put her blood bags inside). She had always done it like a pro, making sure no one saw her, destroying any evidences, late at night, after her shift ended. The perfect time to steal some food. That day, she paid someone to repair her car, so she was walking on the streets. Sure, she could use her super speed and get to her home quickly, she actually did that, but it wasn't that great. She liked walking on the streets late at night, knowing she was safe. If someone approached her with evil intentions, she'd compel them to leave. If the police stopped her, once again, she'd compel them and they would leave her alone. There was nothing to be afraid of. If anything, she was the monster, people should be scared of her, but she didn't want that. She turned around the corner and spotted someone at the park, checking their telescope. A human, as she could smell. A hunter, maybe? She didn't know. Hoewever, she could also smell the pets and that made the vampire decide to approach him. So much for someone who didn't want to be seen... But she didn't care. She walked up to the pets, bending over and smiling. "C'mere, cuties." Roxy looked up as soon as she heard Marcus speak, a soft smile on her face. "Don't worry, pal. I just closed my bar. I'm going home soon. I couldn't help but notice your adorable company for the night." She revealed as she petted the white dog. "Watching the planets?"

Open for everyone Location:  Harvest Moon 

It wasn’t that the demon lacked a work ethic- when Salazar was assionate enough he enoys the work and gets more done. But this work-didn’t have the same energy as his usual tasks. Checking on employees, dusting the store front, and those tedious customers who refuse to look for things themselves-it was a headache to say the least. Salazar tried to supress the eye roll as he heard the bell at the store. He placed the glasses on his face. Time to pull off the act of a lifetime. 

“Welcome to Harvest Moon where are savings are over the moon! He said with a jovial tone. “How can I help you today?” 

Roxy mentally checked what she needed from the market before she entered the place, a friendly smile on her face. "Hey, how's it going?" She politely asked as she approached the demon. "Well, I need some supplies for my bar. Napkins, potatoes, tomatoes, peanuts, glasses... Yeah, a lot of glasses." She grimaced as she could rewatch the scene in her head: drunk people dropping their glasses and the million broken pieces scattered around the floor. "And also..." She lowered her voice so only Salazar could her. "I need some stuff from the back."

P.D. had been mowing his yard, trimming the trees, and even pulling weeds. He hated the idea of a weed-whacker, thinking it’d just be best to do it with his own two hands. He was a strong wolf, he could do it! So, as he was kneeling in the St. Augustine, he saw one stubborn weed that just wouldn’t come up. Growling in frustration, he he put the heels of his boots right into the ground before yanking as hard as he could. Once it was up and he fell onto his back, he realized it wasn’t just a weed. It was a baby tree! Quickly planting it back, he went to grab soil as he saw someone walking by. “Oh, hey, are ya a neighbor?”

Roxy was on her way to the bar for another long day at work when she  noticed P.D. working on the trees from his yard. She quickly checked her phone to see if she could spare some time to talk and put it in her pocket once again. She just stood there quietly watching him. As soon as he noticed her, the vampire made a V sign with her fingers and took a few steps forward. "Yo, P.D. Not a neighbor. But I was in the neighbordhood, on my way to SL, when I saw you very focused on your plants and stuff. So here I am. Just decided to stop by and say hello, that's all."

This lonely scene was an odd one. Gabe, sleeves rolled up, arms outstretched, sat in a square of grass, surrounded by a circle of gently flickering candles. The orange flames cast strange, creeping shadows across his face and clenched eyes, and the air almost seemed to pulse with some hidden magic. The presence, though, wherever it lay, was suffocating, sapping the surrounding air with its own all-encompassing anger. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am. You didn’t deserve this.” Gabriel spoke up softly, calm even under the oppressive gaze of the other. “I understand your rage. But I am your ally, the vessel for your vengeance. Justice.” As he spoke this last word, a gust seemed to fill the area, extinguishing each lit wick in one hushed whoosh. Eyes opening, the witch looked over his shoulder to the intruder. “….They’ve gone. Who’s there?” 

Roxy watched the scene a little bit scared. She knew about witches and their mojos,  how they talked to spirits and she knew demons, mostly, were basically mean spirits that found a vessel to live. Which means: Red alert. They were capable of anything and everything. Sure, she was friends with some demons and stuff, but she always felt a little bit uncomfortable at the thought of spirits messing with her. So whoever was there, talking to Gabe, she just hoped in silent that they just left her alone. Once Gabe spoke, the vampire cleared her throat and slowly approached him. "Hey, Gabey. It's me, Roxy. I really hope I didn't bother those spirits, if anything could you please tell them I'm all good and I mean no harm, maybe?" She gave him a half-hearted smile as she stood right in front of him.

Seeing how she liked it, he smiled to her and happily let the glamour on his skin fade away. It exposed the many vampiric bite marks and scars that littered his porcelain form. He walked towards the back of the store to a side door, gesturing for her to follow him. “I’m glad you like it, but it’s not the only thing I offer for those who are here. I have a separate section, where I use glamour to help others. It’s not a common thing since not many Fae are here nor does anyone need it.” Slipping off his chef’s coat, he hung it up and put on his robe that made him feel more at home. Shaking his hair and moving it out of his robe’s collar, he walked over to her and let her see the scars a bit closer. “Never feel afraid to feed from me, or ask for anything with my vitae on it. I only show vampires I trust to see how I really am.”

Roxy couldn't help but notice those bite marks. There were too many of them. "Damn, Robbie, who's been feeding from you?" She asked with a little bit of concern. She followed him quietly, still thinking about the marks. it certainly wasn't a ripper, otherwise he'd be probably dead. But someone really came to him to feed from the source. She wondered who was behind it. As soon as he came closer to her and she saw his scars once again, she kind of felt bad for tasting his blood. "I... Robin, I don't know what to say..." She spoke softly, still observing those marks. "I mean, I feed from blood bags most of times. Just when I'm starving and I run out of them I decide to feed from the vein." She told him as she looked away, her monstruous side urging to take a bite from his wrist but Roxanne knew better and she controlled herself. "I appreciate it, really. I'll come to you whenever I need blood. But... Let's make a deal... I won't drink it from your wrist. You'll bite it and let some blood pour into a glass. And we'll see what we can do."

“No need to thank me. Your pleasure is enough for me.” He said with a fiendish smirk, his eyes flashing their true onyx nature before closing the door behind her. He saw she had sat down already, moving to rest his backside against the desk as he faced her. Ankles crossed over one another, his wrist going to his mouth. He picked up a glass that had liquor in it originally before holding his wrist over it. He only ever let vampires directly feed from him when he was either drunk or fucking them. Nothing in-between. So, this was normal for him. Letting the wound heal as the glass was half full, he handed it over to her with a nudge of his chin. “Slowly, don’t take it all at once. Pure Sin can be a bit of a dizzying thing for your kind. As for more, this will sustain you until then. No need for much else from me.”

The vampire watched him, hungrily. The worst part of starving for too long was that maybe she wouldn't be able to feed slowly. Plus, it was less than a half glass of blood... She could feel the veins around her eyes protuding, her eyes turning red and her fangs showed as soon as she smelled the blood. She grabbed the glass and took a sip of it,   tempted to drink it all at once. However, she managed to control herself. Raine was right, she longed for more of that pure sin. "Thank you." She finally said when she finished her drink, wiping a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth. "I really hope that's enough. You just saved me from becoming a ripper..." She whispered as she took some money out of her pocket and gave it to him.