Post by Faolan on May 20, 2009 22:44:55 GMT -5
[ooc; I feel like my writing got worse... :l ]
It would have been a lot more exciting if there was more security at the door... or if he had been met with considerably more opposition than he had anticipated. Feng was only reminded all too clearly how much power the organization held over this region, and not for the first time considered a career change. Arioche, attached to his back like always, seemed at that time to sense her master's thoughts and constricted herself tighter across his torso as though she meant to bring him back to his senses. Such a feat wasn't a very common one, but she could at least try, right?
The sudden smothering the spinarak was assaulted with as her master nonchalantly leaned up against the wall spoke all too clearly his distaste for her insolence, but she didn't relax her legs any and merely clicked her mouthparts together rapidly to show her displeasure. Feng's pressure against the wall slightened, then eventually gave way as he moved off and over to a currently unoccupied table pressed up against the wall. Taking the hint that unless she moved quickly she'd be smothered again, Arioche leapt off of his back and landed soundly on the floor, a little trail of webbing following her flight. It eventually broke from her master's back and she scuttled her way up the seat on the opposite side of her owner and plopped herself nice and cozy in the cushions.
The club they sat in [if it could even be called that, it was so shoddily maintained] was currently thrumming with the sound of music pulsing through the speakers located... well, everywhere, it seemed. The few women dressed like whores who weren't on the dance floor were peppered around the area, either at the bar, over near the walls, or-- coming towards him with an alluring, seductive look. Now Feng himself was no looker, but he supposed, judging by the manner in which he normally garbed himself -- black pants, jacket, and a fair amount of silver on his ears and fingers -- he would give off the appearance of being in possession of a decent sum of money.
The Pravus grunt put on his most charming smile, though it might have been counteracted by the hungry, wicked look in his eyes that suggested something far more sinister, and splayed himself out on the booth in an inviting manner. But apparently the girl either saw his expression as something else, or found her attention captured by someone who showed far more promise than Feng, because in the next instant she'd veered to the left a bit and disappeared into the crowd.
"You'll be quiet before I squash that pretty face of yours, Arioche. Both of them," he drawled, rolling his eyes over at the spinarak that had begun to peek over the edge of the booth table at him. He couldn't see the expression on her backside but, judging by the way those beady black eyes sparkled with mirth, could imagine that there was a rather large grin on her bottom.
Feng smiled guilelessly at her. She blinked, then ducked down beneath the table with a scuttle of her thin legs on the cheap leather. It didn't take long for her head to pop up on the other side, right at her master's thigh, with the rest of her body following along as she climbed up onto his leg and then onto his shoulder. Once there she spat an affectionate glob of String Shot at his cheek and settled herself nice and cozy next to his ear to click annoyingly there for the rest of the evening. Feng only swiped at the white gunk on his face, chuckled, and turned to lean back against the booth seat and gaze out over the moving masses that filled the gym-turned-night-club.