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As a matter of fact, I was just thinking I was getting bored, new friend! What were you thinking? (^_<)〜☆

well i don't know~

i'm a little drunk, a little horny, and all alone. what do you want to do about it?

Hm~! Well, that sounds like the kind of problem that's easily solved with a partner, some more drink, and a very comfortable bed.

Or a less comfortable table.

Or a wall....

Actually, there are entirely too many options, aren't there? And not enough night to burn through them all, how rude.

Easier answer: Let's meet somewhere and figure it out from there, hm? (￣▽￣)/♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

great minds think alike. i'm entirely not picky about the details, i'm sure we can figure out a great way to get all that we'd like out of the night. it is still young, after all!

tell me where, i'll be there.

The nightclub? I haven't had a chance to check it out, and company will definitely be appreciated.

What should I be looking for to find you?

perfect choice.

dashing blond, perfect eyeliner, brows on point. golden arm. can't be missed!

Definitely sounds like it. You probably won't miss me... unless you're looking too high up. See you soon then, beautiful. (^.~)☆

[And true to her word, she'll leave with a passing note to Nostradamus, and after changing into a nice, sparkly shirt and skirt combo.

It feels nice to get out, honestly, even if it's into the neon-soaked atmosphere of Svelte, amid the glitches and NPCs and questionable locations. And before long, the doors of the nightclub are in sight and she's looking out for-- aha!

Dashing blond, golden arm - eyeliner and brows she'll confirm when she's closer. Regardless, she gives a wave as she approaches, cheery as ever.]

[ lucio wastes no time to go to what's already become his favorite venue in svelte - the night club. the sights, the sounds, the people, the drinks... the entire atmosphere is exactly lucio's thing. he slides in as if he's born to haunt the place and heads straight for the bar.

he orders two cocktails, fruity and alcoholic as fuck because he doesn't mess around. sure, his partner isn't here yet, but lucio has no shame and if anyone wants to assume he's double fisting it's not going to bother him.

over by the door, lucio leans against a pillar and waits. for who, he has no fucking idea but that just adds to the excitement. he's chosen a nice, airy silk button up that's... only buttoned once around his abdomen and otherwise flowing open revealing his abs and immaculate chest. a scar can be seen here and there if you look closely at his pale complexion.

it's not long before someone pops in, waving cheerfully with an inviting demeanor. he smiles and approaches her, showing her his blindingly white and straight teeth as he dips his shoulders in ]

Count Lucio, at your service.

[ he dips his shoulder down to her level and lets her take the drink, letting his hand linger against her skin. ]

I trust you had no trouble getting here?

[Honestly, she couldn't have picked much of a better partner-- well. Agreed to meet someone new, anyway. She'd be lying, on arrival, to say that she's unimpressed. Lucio is tall, handsome, and he has about as much interest in covering skin as Intira herself.

She's short, but it does nothing to change the way she moves, much less her curves. Thin, sheer fabric barely covers her bra, and glitters in shifting neon lights besides. They're a match made in Hell, probably.

Sure, she expects him to be a bit pompous, a lot self-absorbed, but there's nothing wrong with that. As long as she knows what she's getting into, and perhaps dares to find what lies beneath in the unknown future, that's all good enough.]

Count Lucio. I truly am a lucky one, aren't I? I'm Intira, it's a pleasure to meet you, Count Lucio.

[There's something between teasing and flirtation in the words, an odd little lilt that's just sassy enough. Her fingers curl around the drink as it's offered, and she makes no move to pull away from his lingering touch.

You would really think it'd been a while since she was last in this position. Maybe it has. When was the last time she actually went out...?]

No, not at all. Even if I hadn't been spying it before now, I've a pretty good sense of direction. You weren't kidding about the perfect eyeliner, either. Makes me feel a bit self-conscious, looking up to that amount of gorgeous.

[She is... absolutely free with these compliments, and there's no frustration or actual offense in her tone. It's nice, she thinks. Feels a bit like home, even if Lucio lacks the characteristic pink hair and dark skin of her most common companion.]

[ he grins down at her, expression inviting and height not at all intimidating. this is already going much better than anticipated, considering he had no fucking idea who he was texting in the first place. and what are the odds he finds someone who can respect him and appreciate him in all of his glory?

yes, this is going to be a fine night indeed. ]

Ah, you have nothing to fear my dear! [ he already knows just how gorgeous he is but the compliments empower him into an easy demeanor. he reaches out and runs his thumb along her jawline, admiring how well her body would fit against his own. ] This gorgeous is all yours tonight, Intira.

[ a cheesy wink, and then he lays his hand on the back of her neck. he's quite a touchy feely kind of guy and he likes to share his physicality with anyone that's receptive. the mental buzz slowly creeping up on him is also driving him to be more free with his actions.

he downs the last of the cocktail he's holding in his golden hand, displaying precise control of what is essentially a magical prosthetic. after nearly 20 years it's become no different for him than the flesh it replaced.

lucio leaves the empty glass on a table and heads back towards the bar, guiding intira along with him. ]

Seems I need another already. [ he laughs charmingly. ] Then let's get the night going, shall we? You can order anything you'd like.

[ there's no thought to the drink she's already holding and honestly he'd be impressed and delighted if she decided to double fist it to jump start her night. ]

[She knows how to charm most people, and she'd be lying if she said Lucio was one of the more difficult ones. Flattery won't get her everywhere, but it sure does a good job most of the time.]

What a wonderful evening to wake up to. [The curve of his thumb along her jawline is a wonderful little zing of excitement straight down her spine, lips canted upward in a pleasant smile.]

Are you sure you've the credits to raise an offer like that? I could be a pricey date, sir. [She isn't, and she knows it. Nor is she particularly surprised by Lucio's mastery of his prosthetic - those are as common as her EDLs, really. It's very pretty, granted, and even if she had something to say? There are better things to bring up than that.]

A grasshopper, if you would.

[It doesn't matter if the names have changed, because if there was a problem... well, it's a simulation. It can be made to behave for a minute or two. And the first drink?

It's fruity and sweet and gone nearly as fast as Lucio's, set on the bar with an absent twist of fingers to send the glass spinning for a moment. It settles light and airy in her head, and only as she leans on the bartop to peer up at him from behind long lashes does she remember how long it's been since she last drank in excess.

It's all good, though. As long as it's fun, she doesn't really mind a little buzz, a little dizziness. They probably won't be falling-down drunk before they leave, that would make things boring.]

You know, I could also note that when you're offering for someone to order what they'd like, they could easily come back innocently asking if that means you're willing to take orders, or if they'd have to win that right first.

Don't think anything of it! I am, after all, the Count of Vesuvia!

[ honestly, he isn't sure. he has no idea what the hell a 'credit' is or how much it's worth or how many he has (none...) but he's not accustomed to having to keep track of any of that sort of thing. it didn't go well earlier at the hex diner when he couldn't pay for his meal, but he refuses to think about that ever again. he's more of an in the moment person and until his debts are due it doesn't matter. he'll deal with it when he needs to.

what matters now is himself, intira, alcohol and fun.

lucio orders himself a long island iced tea and the biggest size they'd give him. he downs half the thing promptly on receiving, turns to intira and waits for the warm buzz to wash over him. ]

Innocently?! [ he laughs at that, and with confident eye contact he responds. ] It wouldn't be fun if I just told you the answer to that, now, would it? You're just going to have to try me.

Ahh, you're right, you're right.

[Translation: he has no money. Well, that's fine. They'll just have to find a way to skip the bill later. That's fine.

It's especially fine as lucio settles into his drink, half-gone in an eyeblink. Intira prefers a much more... stable approach, but she's not complaining. Who better to know one but oneself, and all?]

Oh yes. I am a terribly innocent little girl, you see. [Her brows raise as she stares up into Lucio's eyes, her own virtually sparkling in amusement.] Would it be exceptionally terrible of me to beg your gentleness, then? Because I think I may feel a little faint at the thought of being treated too roughly.

[In an absolute display of definitely honest truth, she leans in until she's nestled right in against his side, taking a confident pull of her drink. It's cool and comfortable on her tongue, and she exhales a little sigh, going so far as to lean her head against his chest.]

Of course, a beautiful guy like you, I'm sure you could handle any issue little ol' me could throw your way.

Me? Treat anyone roughly? Never.

[ the little bit of skin contact between her cheek and his chest is warm and inviting, bringing to light just how absolutely buzzed lucio is already. he wraps his arm around her waist and appreciates how she fits against him as he leans in to bury his nose into her hair, admiring the pretty perfume-y smell.

lucio's voice is low, but clear enough to be heard over the loud music blaring. ]

That is... unless they were to ask it, of course. I'm not one to deny someone of their desires. [ well. unless it interferes with his own agenda, but we don't need to talk about that right now. ] So. What comforts and pleasures can I provide you tonight?

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-->action then, god help everyone

lucio doesn't need any help thank you v much

okay but lucio isn't part of everyone, they're the two problem gremlins

if you ask lucio, he is everyone because he's the only someone that matters ¯\(º_o)/¯

there's a reason no one asks you, Lucio....

what do you mean by that idk. everyone should ask lucio!!

lucio your opinion is wrong, i'm sorry to inform you

no it isn't, nothing about him is wrong. how could you say that?