A night clubbin(now Open)

[sephikus]

Marcus smirked as he watched Sour sit and casually drink glass after glass of 95% proof vodka as if it were water, knowing full well that even if he couldn't feel it now he would in a short while. With a snap of the fingers a young pretty auburn-haired girl walked up to the table from a hidden corner nearby, she spoke in a quiet but well educated voice that spoke of years of higher learning and class, "Yes Mr. Vivamorte?"
Marcus smiled politely to the young woman, perhaps in her early 20s, before he spoke, "Hello again Sarah, I would like you to mix up one of those special rememedies for my friend here and would you call over four of the most attractive and wealthy brunettes currently in the VIP lounge." The girl looked positively stricken before Marcus motioned to Sour and the girl immediately brightened up and hurried off to do as asked.
Marcus turned to Sour and after taking a sip from his glass he spoke, "I do believe you may want to lay off that vodka a bit if you wish to be...operational when the time comes." A slight smirk crossed his face for a brief moment as he spoke, disappearing back into his usual neutral expression.

[Rorschach]

Sour didn't realize he was getting action within the first 10 minutes. This guy had hookups, even his maid was beautiful.

"Operational eh?" Sour questioned, curious with a smirk on his face. "Well I guess I really do have to lay off the vodka."

Soon, the maid came back with what looked like another bottle of wine. Sour drank it all before meeting four beautiful brunettes who looked horny. Sour didn't feel so dizzy anymore as his vision freed itself from the constant blurring. He was un-drunk! Sour escorted the women into the room as this song was played:



Look, heres a little behind the scenes description of the next 40 minutes.

Sour laid in bed as all 4 women stood looking amazing, bodies like goddesses. The first pair of panties in Sour's face, the next was a bra, the third was another pair of panties and fourth...well lets just say clothing items weren't touching him now.
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2 hours later...

Sour returned a little sweaty but happy.

"Can someone get me a scotch?" He asked as he attempted to give Marcus a man hug for all his doing. "No homo."

[sephikus]

Marcus placed a hand between himself and Sour, "I don't do hugs. I take it you enjoyed yourself then." Marcus smiled visibly in the shadows surrounding his table, he motioned for one of the brunettes who had stepped out of the room after Sour, ordering her to get Sour a Scotch and then come back to keep him company. He smiled and then stood up, moving to the back room the young auburn-haired beauty following right on his heels, a smile visible on her face as well. The door closed behind them just as the brunette came back with Sour's drink, handing him the drink she motioned for them both to sit down on the couch, fixing her hair even as she did so.

[Rorschach]

Sour sighed knowing this perfection was growing quite boring, he had no real chase, no effort needed to get women. The V.I.P was perfect but Sour wanted things to go back to normal. He had nothing to do but converse with the beautiful maiden next to him while drinking his scotch.

"Soo...." Sour began.

The woman stood speechless, only smiling and taking shots. Sour was so bored, he hoped that Marcus was having a much better time.

[sephikus]

Meanwhile...

Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, his boots resting on one of the couches with his socks stuffed inside, his pants laying next to them with his shirt folded neatly on top, his trenchcoat sitting next to them with his gloves half-hanging out of one of the pockets and his fedora hanging from one corner of the couch with his sunglasses hanging from the band. He stared at Sarah as she stripped off what little garments she wore, off went her highheel boots and nylon stockings, then her one piece dress followed by her white lace gloves, thus she stood before him in all her glory.

A smile graced his lips as he leapt upon her, ravenous for the taste and touch of her, their differences accentuated whilst simulatenously bringing them closer together, slowly they became one. Their lips entwine along with their bodies as they bring each other to further heights whilst they sink further into their passions.

For thirty passionate minutes of love and caress they remained entwined, their bodies moving to a beat only they two could hear. Then it was over, not with a whimper or a fizzle but with a crash of passion and desire so wrought with pure emotion that it was a wonder that the entire club couldn't hear the fireworks and music that resounded in their shared consciousness.

They slowly untwined their bodies and in seconds they were fully garbed in their respective clothes, their hair damp from their previous actions and their bodies glistening with perspiration. Marcus reached over to yet another hidden panel and pulled out two cigars and a pair of chilled glasses as well as a half empty unlabeled bottle of vodka, they each had a glass of vodka and then they lit the other's cigars as they walked through the door side by side. A smile passed between them as they parted, Marcus returning to his table and Sarah going back to her private seat in a hidden corner, where she would wait until Marcus next called for her.

[Rorschach]

Sour sat outside drinking wine to leave his couch, sitting at the bar. He sighed at the boredom and knew there was nothing to do. Sour could only gaze through the small opening of what appeared to lead back into the normal club. He looked back at Marcus who slowly exited the room to wonder what he had been doing. Sour quietly motioned to Marcus that he was leaving, and he nodded indicating a thank you.