[OPEN] sex and candy?

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris bit his lip, but he couldn't hide his faint smile. "Alright, thank you ma'dame." He smiled her way a little more, and eased up. He'd finally found somebody to spill his troubles to. Somebody who he could come back to and be friends with through his immortal life if his family could not accept what he was.

[parish kennedy]

"You're welcome." She said with a smile, reaching over to open the back door to the club. She usually didn't bring people in the back way, but it was the easiest way to get people in without getting them carded. "And this is AFTERLIFE. You can usually find me here behind the bar on any given night." She said, deciding to sit since they were playing a rather slow song. At least, as slow as club songs go.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris smiled. "Alright." He followed her in and looked around, smirking. "Okay, if I ever get lost I suppose Ican call this a safe house," He teased, wrinkling his nose. He glanced at the dancers on the floor, then the bar, wishing he could legally sit down for a drink. But he couldn't, he wasn't old enough here.

[parish kennedy]

She looked up at him, patting the stool beside her. She leaned close to his ear to whisper to him. "They only card you if you look like a little kid. And you're with me, so it's all good." He patted his leg gently, looking up at the bartender.

"You think you'd be home since you're pregnant and all." He said with a smile.

"I'd never just sit around when a friend wants to be shown around Vegas." She said with a smile, taking the water he offered her. She took a sip of it, then sat it down, leaving a red lip print.

"Who's your friend?"

"Harry." She said with a smile. If the boy didn't want to be known, she didn't mind lying for him.

"Well, Harry. You're lucky. Parish here is our best bartender. She's bound to show you a good time. You mean to tell me Todde hasn't like, tried to molest the boy yet?"

"Todde's been a good boy. He knows where his limits are." Parish said with a smile, taking another sip of her water.

"So, what you drinking, Harry?"

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris chuckled, sitting down beside her with a smile. He smirked faintly as the fake name rolled from her lips, and huffed at the mention of Todde. The boy was obviously not straight. And cute...
'Don't think about him, fool.'
He glanced up at the guy, smiled faintly.
"Ehm, a dirty martini, please."

[parish kennedy]

"And he's got an accent?! Todde seriously didn't go after him?!" The bartender asked, but started to fix the drink anyways.

Parish chuckled. "Give Todde a little credit, love. He might be gay, but his mother did raise him with at least a bit of manners."

"I'm convinced you just hit him over the head or something, to be honest. Or he's sick." The bartender said, emptying the shaker into a martini glass before he slid it to Paris. "There nowhere near as good as Parish's."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." She said with a laugh, finishing off her water.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris laughed softly. "He's rather charming," He wrinkled his nose. "Thank you." Taking the drink, he smirked faintly at the bartender's words and took a sip, nodding his way. "Still rather good, though," He complimented over the roar of the club music. He glanced around a moment and stretched carefully.

[parish kennedy]

"Hear that? He's charming." The bartender said, and Parish rolled her eyes.

"What are we going to do with you?" She asked with a laugh, and he shrugged, going to refill someone's drink. "Oooh, I love this song." She said, dancing in her seat before she took a drink of her water. She checked her phone before she pocketed it again, pulling her jacket a little closer although it didn't quite fit over her stomach.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris smirked, then glanced at Parish. "May I have this dance?" He teased, bringing her hand to his lips playfully, a crooked smile passing them as he lifted his gaze to her. He laughed, slipping from his stool with a mocking bow.

[parish kennedy]

Even Parish was flattered, and she didn't like boys. "Well sure, if you wanna dance with a pregnant woman." She said with a laugh. She couldn't help wondering just how many hearts he'd broken with those good looks of his. She thought she could easily fall for him if the idea of being with a guy didn't turn her off. She smiled over at him, following him to the dance floor. She put her bag on one of the chairs, glancing around at everyone else. "I honestly never dance."

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris smiled at her as he led her by the hand. "That's okay," He teased. "I do. And not just those ballroom dances, I've snuck to my share of parties." He winked playfully. "Just find the beat hm?"

[parish kennedy]

"I can ballroom dance to beat the band, mister." She said with a smile, but started moving to the music no less. She couldn't help thinking she was really out of place, even if her stomach wasn't all that big. "You're always a bad boy or do you just claim to be?" She teased, looking over at him.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris chuckled, watching her with a crooked smile, careful to stay more on the outside of the crowd. "Mm, well that depends on who I'm trying to impress now doesn't it?" He teased softly. "I can be bad, but I can still do it and keep my respect, at least sober." He laughed and nudged her playfully. "Problem solved, yes?"

[parish kennedy]

"Mm.." She smiled, looking him over for a moment. Maybe they should be giving Todde a lot more credit than they were. The boy could have anyone wrapped around his finger if he wanted them to. "Sounds like the only problem you have now is learning to becoming whoever this Harry is." She teased.

[paris moreau blanc]

He scoffed. "Of all names, Harry?" He laughed. "Like Harry Potter?" But his gentle eyes said he was only kidding.
"Well, to start, I need a crew willing to help me steal some blood from your local hospital. You in?" He wrinkled his nose. "I don't exactly feel in the mood to murder anybody."