Timestamp: Mia 40 81382 9:00 PM Location: The Rage Who: Thrai Bwekxa Wearing: Grey trousers, red short sleeved shirt and blue colaroid jacket. IC: In the middle of the night at The Rage, ardans and thills would dance all night long. One ardan was on the stage sitting down with a flute in his hand. All the drunks were in a drunken rage and he had to do his magic. He started to play his flute and with his Archon and Light Lore, he calmed them from there rage. The sound of his melodies and his Archon abilities calmed them. He stopped playing and stood up and bowed then left the stage to the bar. <span style='color:gray'>"Well, you did it again, Thrai,"</span> said the bartender. Thrai looked at the bartender and smiled. "Yeah, I seem to be the only one who can do this. I'll have a shot of vodka, please." The bartender got a small glass and put some vodka in it. Thrai picked up the glass then drank it.
Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1300Fey'yore Dra'skir</a> Wearing: Dark purple jeans with four hanging silver chains at his waist and his crystal bangles of amethyst and haemetite. The jean's colour almost matches his fur colour. Blue glow stick around his wrists and two more hanging from his front braids. Fey had always been a customer sitting at the bar listening to the music and drinking his whiskey savouring the flavour. The sound of the flute calming the drunks with its enticing and subtle notes. <span style='color:purple'>The beauty of musical psychology.</span> The purple person was always accepted usualy for his helping when the club shuts. He sighed as the tune stopped and the music went back to its usual techno. After a while his whiskey was gone he lifted out a thumb-sized haematite, placing it next to the glass watching the lasers and lights flicker across it with a faint smile on his face. <span style='color:purple'>"I'll have another thanks."</span>
As Thrai turned on the chair, he saw an ardan that looked closely to nineteen years of age. Oh there's no point, too young for me, Thrai thought when examining the ardan. He gripped his flute in his hand so he can ready himself for the drunks. He then turned to the bartender and said, "Another please." The bartender poured some more vodka into the small glass and said, <span style='color:gray'>"That's two glasses. You know, I remember some other Yki that came here and got drunk and was taken by a rockstar."</span> The bartender's eyes was getting shifty. <span style='color:gray'>"If you catch drift? Hrekwe I think his name was."</span> Thrai looked at the bartender and smiled, "Really? Well, best not get too drunk then." Then the bartender started speaking again. <span style='color:gray'>"But he was killed on the 2nd or the 6th of Mia."</span> Thrai looked at the ground then back at the bartender. "Well, I'll becareful." The bartender walked off and Thrai turned to the dance floor.
Fey span the little metallic stone around on the glass bar top waiting for his drink. He always liked it in this place warm musical and good company, well mostly good. It wasn't long before the 'tender came along with his drink, single malt and unmixed the way it should be. Fey'yore turned back to the main dance floor glancing still with his smile at the little flute player. <span style='color:purple'>"Long night it seems, still can't complain good music and all that."</span> More to himself than to anyone else. He left the stone on the bar behind him. Slowly he downed his shot with half shock of the after taste.
Thrai turned to the ardan that was also sitting at the bar and smiled, "Yeah, got that right." He then turned to the dance floor again. He was getting bored and his burn mark was sore again. He looked at the ardan again. "Where are my manners? I'm Thrai Bwekxa. A member of The Rage"
Fey turned round to face Thrai while picking up his little stone from the counter. He hadn't expected anyone to listen to his random words that were half lost among the background noise. The sound of techno departed replaced by the sweet sound of psytrance. The drunks seemed to have calmed a little from the music. <span style='color:purple'>At least they are happier for now.</span> <span style='color:purple'>"A pleasure, I'm Fey'yore Dra'skir."</span> Fey swung his hand towards Thrai with a smile. <span style='color:purple'>"I'm guessing your the one with the soft melodies."</span>
Thrai reached out his hand and shook. "Please, don't remind me," he groaned sarcasticlly. He drew his arm in and placed it gently on the bench. The bartender came around again. <span style='color:gray'>"Another?"</span> Thrai shook his head. "No thanks." Thrai looked at Fey. "So, what do you do?"
He calmly showed Thrai the stone while at the same time revealing his Academy ID which he had modified into a wristband. <span style='color:purple'>"Sadly I'm not as useful at the moment, students are not really seen as important. Still healing is interesting which is why I'm here every now and again."</span> Fey used his trade mark smile. <span style='color:purple'>"You can have the stone by the way it will give you a little more resistance to drink. Good old grounding and stress relieving."</span> Fey'yore handed Thrai the stone before asking for two more drinks. The stone was still warm from being held. He was in the mood for dancing and that needed drink.
Hearing Fey say that he was a student, Thrai looked at his with his vivid blue eyes. "A student hmm." No, he's too young for me, he thought. "So, you go to Janardan? I went to the Dragonbach's Musical Academy to help with my flute playing." He looked to the dance floor. "That's where I met my first boyfriend." Seeing Fey hand him a stone, Thrai took it and put it his pocket. "Thanks, but I don't drink much and don't make me use my flute on you."
<span style='color:PURPLE'>"Indeed I go there it's nice there. Heh Dragonbach's eh? Must have been nice there cool people music is a doorway to the heart so they say."</span> Fey drank the shot slowly. He held the other one in his spare outstretched arm to Thrai. <span style='color:purple'>"How about a drink, if not then I will save it for later. Oh and don't worry about using the flute on me I never go over the top or my older brother will never be on good terms wit me."</span> Fey then walked down to the dance floor to do some of his random routine. The lights and lasers bounced off and through the wrist bracelets. The glowstick bracelets shining through the semi darkness.
