The /H u m a n\ Animal ~ open to all ~ seeking Mav

[Rogue Deceit]

The human a n i m a l - i s a beautiful
and terrible creature

It had been a few days since Rogue stormed out of the place. He had come just after dark while his brother was out hunting. This was something that Rogue didn't wish Craven to bare witness too.

The black SUV pulled up outside of the club, pulling into a regular parking space, not paying the meter... it was far to late at night to worry about such things... people didn't have to do those things after a certain hour.

He payed the bouncer at the door to get in, and walked in front of the line that was formed there. It was not one of his normal things, but he didn't give a shit... let the leeches that were standing in line be pissed off... they could take it up with the wrong side of a wooden stake for all he gave a fuck.

He was dressed nice... black baggy jeans, Tripp NYC to be exact, chains and D loops hung from them... giving a bondage look to it. He also had on a trench coat by the same maker, the bottom of which looked like it was cut into many tails, showing off the jeans under it... the top part was form fit to his body, with chained clasps across the front... though they were not holding it closed, they looked like they were. His hair was not done all up tonight, the spike like dreads were pulled back into a pony tail, and a few wayward spikes were loose to fall, over that he had a hoodie with the hood up, along the side of it looked like a skull imposed on it.

In a word:

Yum.

Rogue moved up to the bar, but did not approach it, he didn't want to talk to the freaky drag queen behind the bar, no, he was looking for Maverick...

capable of limitless c o m p a s s i o n
and unfathomable cruelty

[Maverick Luther]

Maverick was there alike always. He lived in the up stars loft, above the bar. He would start down the stairs with a ghoul in toe. Yes, he had a little fun with the little boy toy that he kept around the club. The little stripper would lick his masters neck as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Maverick shooed him away as he spotted the slender male make his way in to the club. The hybrid mess, Rogue. He smirked as he shooed the creature clinging to him away. "We will pllay again later.." he muttered. He just stood there at the top of the stairs staring at the creature until there eyes locked together. Maverick was dressed in long black slacks and a dress shirt that was open down the front with odd cross on it.

He would start moving down the stairs and stopped at the bottom. A grin laced his lips. "you looking for someone Rogue... Craven is not here I see... you came alone?" He asked curiously from his spot at the top of the stairs. His long black hair moved around him loose tonight and down to his mid back. A tinny ghoul came back up the stairs and brought him a drink, before running off towards the stage to dance again. His movements where slow and sluggish at the moment. He was a bit... high on some virgin blood mixed with something else. A bit of a drug for a vampire. He would lean against the rail watching the hotly dressed male look around. Awe, Dance was right, Maverick was tricky. He might bed a woman, but that was only to play straight.