Drunken Love

[goldenamber]

The entire club had an odd smooke lingering around it, making everything look really foggy. Or maybe that was just because of her current state.

Slumped over the bar Keira took another shot of a blood/vodka mix. She threw it back easily and asked for another. She got it.
Before taking her next drink from the bartender, Keira looked around the club. She sighed and looked at herself.

Her hair was falling out of her barret and she was still wearing her clothes from work. Bags hung low under her eyes and supported dark circles around them.

Drunkly pushing her hair out of her face, Keira drank the next shot. And the three after that. Finally the bartender refused to give her anymore.
Keira glared at him and stumbled to her feet. She made it about three feet before she collapsed on the floor.
Two men helped her to a chair in the corner of the club, where she remained.

[Lucas Donovan]

He walked in long strides, almost gliding over the ground. His long silver hair was the envy of the moon. His deep, entrancing, light green eyes took in his entire surroundings. The simple movements he made seemed most graceful.

He took his final steps towards his target and sat next to her. He reached his fingers up towards her gingerly and pushed a peice of her hair away from her face.

"Hello, Miss Kinsey," He said softly. His deep voice carried almost musically over the club. His eyes bore into hers, seeming to drill a hole in them.

[goldenamber]

Keira turned when she felt someone touching her. When she looked at who it was, she nearly fainted.
Her voice caught in her throat as she attempted to speak. She stared at the nightmare before her, and found herself unable to run like she was telling her body too.
Her vision became blurred and felt herself drifting off to sleep.
No, She thought, Not now... please...
But soon the effects of her drink had taken their toll and she was passed out on the table.

[Lucas Donovan]

He smirked and watched the girl sleep.
How adorable, he thought watching her, she's just as pathetic as her mother.
He stood elegantly and smoothly made his way to the bartender.
"Miss Kinsey needs a cab to her house, please." He said, his arm resting casually on the bar.

The bartender made the call. A cab came not a moment to late.

He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the cab. Sliding her body into the cab, he shut the door. He slunk around the front to the driver and handed him a fold of bills.
"Be sure she is under the tree by her house," He ordered, then added, "Keep the change."

The cabbie nodded and drove off.

He glared after the cab then looked to the cloudy night above.
Perfect weather, He thought, smirking at the taunting sky.
He then turned and walked back into the club and took up a seat at the bar, though never ordering anything.