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WHO: Tyki Mikk |

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WHERE: Club Blacklight, above West 47th Street in Manhattan.
WHEN: 11:45pm, March 21st
WARNINGS: None??!?!?! Will add if necessary?!?!
SUMMARY: Tyki's first night back, and he decides to spend it with a demoness. Oh, what boredom does to a man.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever afterward.

The club was, as its name implied and Tyki believed, a rather poorly illuminated space built with only its unique source of light in mind. Music pounded against the looming walls, nearly shaking them in a way only an Earthquake should, the subtle reverberations making it seem as though the many different neon paintings decorating them seemed to be moving. The bar was a mess of patrons and moving bodies, and the dance floor fared no better, both seemingly packed to the brim with men and women jostling for personal space. It was controlled chaos, a tiny, insignificant snapshot of what the City's clubbing scene was all about.

Little of it made much of an impression on Tyki. He'd been there, and done that, and done better with Monet a year prior. There had been excitement to the outings then, when he knew what buttons he could press, and what actions would elicit the most enjoyable responses -- now, it was simply a diversion, a little side stop to collect his head and mark his bearings. The City hadn't changed, but then again, it had, and he was yet again a stranger in a strange land. He could see the differences in the people around him, but couldn't place the why. Or the how.

And so, he arrived an hour-and-a-half earlier than planned, and chatted up an intelligent, lithe young thing to try and find the answers he was looking for. When that proved fruitless, he invited her to find a dark niche somewhere, and filled her with so many Tease he'd have more than a year's supply at the end of it all.

The kissing had been nice, too.

The next girl seemed to know most of what he had been looking for, and for that, he gave her a quick, painless death in one of the alleys behind the club as thanks. Now, with Joyd somewhat satiated, Tyki found himself waiting in front of the club once again, all but too ready to meet his real company for the evening.

Only a small part of him hoped she'd be as uninteresting as her predecessors.

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What a surprise. Scanty's time here had yielded fairly little-- maybe two or three people that she regularly spoke to and then a few scattered persons of interest whom she kept tabs on for the sake of feeling out their usefulness to her and the grand scheme of things. If anything, all she had done was work and formulate a variety of social experiments.

Not the slightest bit amusing if she did say so herself...

But this was a pleasant change. Tyki didn't sound like an idiot and certainly earned himself a spot above most of the citizens of the City that she knew of on an acquaintance level. So she agreed to meet him in person.

Even if she didn't particularly like the human body she more or less had to use all the time. Nearly-white blonde hair and... pale skin didn't suit her. But did she really have a choice? Not really.

"Mister Tyki?" She called out, a curious twinge in her voice. She merely picked out the one person standing outside who appeared to be waiting on someone...

When she appeared, he offered her a smile and bent down at the waist, posturing just enough to be a gentleman and not a clown about it. "Ms. Scanty," he replied, his smile practically riding his voice. "You honor me with your presence this evening."

People had begun to stare long before she arrived. He was dressed in tight leather and silk, his long sleeved white shirt buttoned up just enough to stylishly off just the right amount of skin, with a pair of black designer boots to top it all off. The ensemble was practically designed to catch the eye and accentuate. Tyki thought it was doing its job very well.

"Shall we?" he asked, straightening himself before offering her the crook his arm. "I've heard that the music only gets better once one crosses the threshold."

His smile was a genuine one.

How... Proper of him. She couldn't help by smile a little, that snaggletooth that even her human form couldn't get rid of flashing his way for a moment. Her hair flounced a bit as she reached to take his arm. Her outfit of choice came in the form of a "little black dress" job that cut off just above her knees and had the plunging cowled neckline that made the ensemble look a bit classier. On her feet, she wore black open-toed heels that laced up around her calves and a gold dangle-type necklace sat around her neck.

"Let's hope it isn't just a rumor then, hm?" In reality, she hated loud music. But once again, it was go out with a charming new fellow or sit at home mulling over her next address to the people on the network. Not nearly as entertaining or fashionable, "I'm quite happy to have someone to enjoy the night with."

He let out the slightest of chuckles. She was just the lightest bit uncomfortable. "And the night is still young," he purred, leading her past the guard with as much suave arrogance as he could naturally muster. The man hadn't even needed to be paid off -- Tyki was just that good at looking like he owned the place.

Once inside, it was a brief journey down a single flight of stairs before they were in the club proper. The music was loud and pulsating; the DJ mixed frighteningly popular pop songs with enough bass beat to break them down into something fairly enjoyable, stirring up the club floor as though its occupants had never known what it was like to finally lose control of themselves.

"Would you care for a drink?" Tyki leaned over to Scanty after giving her a moment to take it all in, his voice like satin laid over the tumultuous music. "Or would you prefer to go straight to the dance floor?"