[OPEN] MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR

[baisant]

The Duke of Central London's Samhain festivities are open upon invitation only. Those who are fortunate enough to have received one, either from the Duke himself or from one of his guests, are privy to quite the affair. Raymond has obviously been planning this for some time now, and the bar is fully stocked, the room fully decorated for the festivities. Collected from the fae hunt that their leader had encouraged, fae blood flows freely, available freshly served in punch bowls or straight from the source itself, in the form of kidnapped fae off of the streets. The vampires who partake are drunk with it and high on the euphoria that it offers, a drug unlike any other their kind can partake in.

As promised by Raymond himself, it is a rave the likes that London has never seen before. And it's about to get a lot more memorable still...

Comments

[falsify]

"Had to pretend to be incapacitated through all his gloating, like he's the one who caught me, but no one gets to taste the main dish before the king."

Suffice it to say, if someone had tried to bite him there probably wouldn't be a someone left here to watch him, and that would be a mess. Still, Eames offers a (slightly pained) smile to punctuate his fineness.

[freelife]

Evie can't help herself, she rolls her eyes at their overlord's antics. "That must have been torture." Seriously, she's tried to avoid speaking one-on-one with him for that exact reason.

Well, that, and she desperately wanted to stake him.

"Good. We'll need you." Someone was already assigned to make sure Eames got un-cuffed quickly.

[falsify]

"Careful, I might start thinking you're worried about me." He says it with a teasing lilt up at her, lips pulling into an amused smirk at her pragmatism. He doesn't have the luxury of worrying about tonight — if it goes wrong then he dies, and frankly Eames isn't about to let that happen — he has to be confident, ready. Pulse steady and breathing even while he tries to keep their plans fresh in his mind, even with the pain.

So the smirk and the easy humour are there to punctuate his confidence that things'll go at least mostly to plan.

[freelife]

"Quite the contrary, actually." She echoes his smirk, though there's more amusement in her voice than in his. "I know you can take care of yourself. So long as you have your hands." Hands were really important, okay? For magic and for fighting and generally everything.

He's got this. Jean-Claude wouldn't have let him do it otherwise, and Eames certainly valued his own skin enough that he wouldn't have let this happen, either.