...in the sky, with diamonds. [open]

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It had been another one of those shamless nights, filled with nothing but nonstop moving and shaking and gasps for a kind of air that wasn't filled with the remnants of sweat, heat, and sex all at once. To most virgins of this kind of scene, they wouldn't have lasted all but ten minutes if not fifteen tops. But, Seven's cherry was already popped in this atmosphere more than once, seeing as she had been working there for a a while as barstress, of sorts. The girl was more than used to breathing the fornicated air, and learning to accept the sweldering heat of others as her own.

Plus, the compensation of almost every night's hard work was seeing that one fight, one dance-off, or one overly-heated makeout session that would make all of the employees laugh their asses off and wish they had popcorn nearby. And...it didn't hurt to have all the free spirit you wanted, either. Better than paying up everytime you felt the need.

Seven stood behind the counter of the darkened bar area, random lights illuminating her silhouette, bringing out her bright hair and lit orbs. Her bright tresses poured over her shoulders, mirroring her face. Clad in tight, black ripped jeans and a black wifebeater sponsoring Syndicate, Seven leaned on the bar with one of the male employees, both watching the mindless minions of the dancefloor in their parade. It was mindboggling, seeing the way some of them danced; some were with it, and some looked completely mindless, as if they had lost themselves and been possessed right then and there. Seven wondered what it felt like to get truly 'lost' like that; sure, she loved to dance, but she never really felt herself get lost to that extent which was displayed on the faces of many on this night.

Not many people were at the bar, seeing as they wanted nothing more than to go out onto the dancefloor to be consumed by the tempting heat. Not that she blamed them, though. Seven sighed as she turned around to retrieve a bottle of beer and a lighter from her pocket. Pulling out the lighter, huge in proportion and gunmetal silver, the girl ignited it with the flip of a glittering black-tipped finger and lit the cigarette which now was cushioned between pouty, nude lips.

Taking a hit, she sighed, her back turned to the crowd for now, figuring no one would be getting a drink for a while, then. Seeing the same, the others there with her told her they were going out to the back for a break, letting her to take care of what stragglers may come along.

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Aeryn stuck out like a sore thumb as he wheeled his chair past the bouncers into the Club. He hated it here, he hated crowds and overly loud music, but he had lost his muse to write in that old lonely apartment of his and he figured this would be a good escape for him. So he had gotten dressed in a nice looking red button up shirt with long sleeves and some black jeans and went across the street to Syndicate.

As soon as he was through the door people were casting looks at him, pointing and laughing. He seemed to ignore them as he pushed his way towards the bar. And then some punk kid with a green mohawk came from the side and tipped Aeryn to the floor with a laugh. Aeryn tumbled out of his chair limply and he growled softly. One hand lifted up and a large bottle of liquor flew from the bar, right past the head of the tendress. The bottle smashed into the face of the punk and he went down to his back as the rest of the people turned their laughter on him.

Aeryn sat up with his arms and used them to right his wheelchair and then he pulled himself back up into the seat. He rolled past the downed and humiliated kid and made it to the bar where he smiled up to the girl who was working behind the bar. "Can I get a beer? And how much do I owe you for the bottle of Tequila I just fed to jackass?" He asked as he leaned over to one side and pulled his wallet from the pocket of his jeans in preparation for payment. Very pretty girl... a little odd but beautiful...... he thought to himself as his blue eyes studied her.

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Seven savored the taste of the cancerous stick between her lips, closing her eyes as she exhaled through her nasal cavity, following the French style of smoking. The girl wasn’t a chain-smoker like most, who needed at least a pack a day, or five within an hour; she had control on what little craving she had. If anything, if it weren’t for being around others who lit up, Sev probably would have been free of the habit altogether. Her father and his horde of friends all smoked, which marked her fate from the beginning. Not to mention that by getting hired at Syndicate, she was around it at a constant. When the girl first started at Syndicate few years ago, she remembered being shocked at how much she was tempted to light up, since all of the employees were victims to the notion more than three times over. Following the trend, as time went on with added encouragement and playful teasing, Seven, too, fell victim to the need, but usually only ended up partaking once or twice in a full shift.

The music in the club began to change, hypnotic trance-like melodies killed out by new, pulsating vibrations. The newly fascinated crowd of people began to adjust their bodies to the change, a murmur of pleasure echoing from their lips. The girl wasn’t even facing them, and she could tell what was going on out on the floor. Smirking lightly, Seven started to nod her head to the new beat in a light manner, her cigarette now stolen from her lips to lie between her index and middle finger. The more play time, the more she realized the song that was playing…Satisfaction, she believed it to be. When she used to be heavy into the dancing scene, it was one of her favorite songs. As it played through the intro and into the main, her spirits heightened once more.

Bringing her back from the song’s power, sounds of newfound laughter and chatter broke over bits and pieces of the music. She looked over her shoulder, casually peeking through stray strands of her hair. People were pointing and laughing at something or someone, but Seven really couldn’t find the true source of it, given the random dancers and hard-core drunks. Shrugging lightly, she turned around once more, placing her cigarette back between her lips. From behind her, she could hear more boisterous laughter and noise, along with the note that it was closer to the bar than before. Ready to turn and find out just what in the hell was going on, the girl was halted a moment as a sudden rush of air brushed close to her right temple, her hair fluttering there. Seven’s eyes re-opened, set wide with a bit of shock as she registered the sound of glass breaking, and the newfound, gleaming shine of liquor on the floor before her; apparently, someone just got busted with a bottle of some sort of concoction from the bar. Adding to it all, a man with a green mohawk had been directly hit by the bottle, lying there moaning with what voice he could muster. Looking him over, Seven realized that he was a common at Syndicate…one who liked to start shit, at that.

Sighing, prepared for an angry confrontation from the thrower, Seven turned herself around to find something that was the exact opposite in that sense of nature. The girl’s eyes landed upon another man, righting himself as he made his way back into his wheelchair. Seven’s lips parted in awe as she began to guess what went down between the two, and to see that what she expected to be an annoying, biker-type was, well, quite normal. Smiling quite brilliantly, it was if he had not just been through anything at all as he looked up at her, gaining balance once more. ”Can I get a beer? And how much do I owe you for the bottle of Tequila I just fed to jackass?” Seven held up her finger, signaling for him to give her a second as she turned around and bent down, picking up a piece of the broken glass to see the brand of the liquor. Turning back to him, Seven took one last hit from her cigarette before she laid it on the ashtray, then examining the glass. She then looked back to the heroine of the night, smirking as she began to speak. “After that, my friend, you can have whatever you’d like.” Setting the piece of glass on the counter, the girl turned a moment to retrieve his beer, placing it in front of her as she turned back again, removing the cap from it. “Here you are. Oh, and as for the Tequila – don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it…longneck’s on me, too, so don’t worry about paying for anything.”

Seven smiled as she handed him his beer, then picking the glass back up from the countertop and playing with it as her honeyed amber orbs feasted themselves on the newcomer. He was dressed in casual attire in the colors of red and black, which brought out his dark, sandy brown hair and intense, blue eyes. In a way, Seven felt herself truly unable to hold her sights on them, as if she may become a wordless, stuttering mess if she attempted to do so. She bit her inner-bottom lip, treating the action as a shock therapy kind of maneuver to keep her at ease. As she did with just about everyone, she began to picture the man before her captured in some form of Art, asking herself how she would go about capturing him. One thing was for sure, though – that being the task of bringing him to life would take extra care, given his real beauty.

“Just warn me the next time jackass is going to get his ass handed to him, so that way I can duck, and we’re good. On that note, I apologize for any shit that he gave you. He’s a troublemaker around here, but I am sure that you will now be newly immune from him, anyway…” Seven leaned on the bar, her hand propped beneath her chin as she spoke to the prodigy before her. “…can’t say I’ve ever seen you around, before…I’d remember someone like you. As if you couldn’t already tell from this ridiculous nametag, my name’s Sevendust. Seven or Sev, if it tickles your fancy…” Seven brought her hand from beneath her chin and extended it out to the man, her arm reaching out over the blacklight-enhanced bar, her arm glowing slightly.

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Aeryn grinned as the girl gave him the beer for free and then she told him not to worry about the bottle of Tequila. That was a relief, he didn't have a lot of money but he had been raised well enough to take responsibility for his actions and he would have paid it if he had to. He picked up the beer in one hand and then she introduced herself.

Aeryn hadn't expected that at all, but it was a pleasant surprise. He shifted the long neck bottle into his other hand and then he reached up to take her hand with a smile and a nod. "Seven... cute name. I'm Aeryn. And thanks... for the drink...." He seemed a little nervous or shy as he spoke to her. In truth, he was. She was a beautiful girl and she had actually given him a little attention which was rare. Most attractive girls were too selfish to even look at him.

He lowered his hand back to the bar as he sipped the beer slowly with his other hand. The bottle was set down again as he spoke, raising his voice over the music. "You're right I've never been here before but I live just across the street in the apartments." As he spoke he motioned over his shoulder outside of the Club. Lifting the bottle of Bud again, he took another drink.

Unknown to Aeryn, he was also picturing her as an art subject in his own mind. Also unknown to him, he had just found his muse. He loved to draw, she would have been a great model in any kind of pose. Even though he had done a lot of nude drawings, he would have loved to get her in any sitting. He kept his smile on his face as he pulled a $10 bill from his wallet and set it on the bar as he added "A tip..."

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Yeah, his face definitely didn't register with her, seeing as she would have been able to identify him right off the bat, hands down. Never had she seen him in Syndicate until now, which would surely go down in history as one of the moments you could only find happening in a club, given a green-haired crusaider and a bottle of Tequila.

The man shifted his beer in his hands to accept Seven's offering, taking her hand in his own with another smile and a nod. "Seven...cute name. I'm Aeryn. And thanks...for the drink...." Seven noted that his vocals were slightly shaken, as if he were nervous, or something of the like. Could it have been that he, too, was a bit on the calmer side of things? Well, it could have been the music, too, given that it was naturally so loud. One would think that Seven wouldn't have been able to handle a job in a club like Syndicate, but with kudos to her roots and the way she was raised, Seven was able to put her extreme shyness aside for the most part, and deal with things. Really, one never knew what could be found to happen on any certain night.

"Thanks, Aeryn...you've got quite the name, yourself. Oh, hey, no problem, your welcome."Seven smiled lightly as she registered her name, remembering it for later purposes as she retracted her arm back over the bar and brought both hands to fiddle with the piece of glass asbentmindedly as she propped both elbows on the counter. "You're right I've never been here before but I live just across the street in the apartments." Seven nodded her head in understanding as he spoke, silently preaching to herself that she knew he was new here. Seven couldn't get over the fact that Aeryn was so close to Syndicate. She wondered how come she hadn't seen him before in the club, or even outside when she and the others went on breaks. "Oh really? Damn, you live close by, don't you? How can you sleep, let alone concentrate, with the music playing over here all night?"

Seven paused, laughing lightly as she tried to raise her naturally soft voice. "I take it your not into the club scene much, because if you were, we would have met long before this, and you and your green-haired playmate, well...heh, I can't say I blame you, though. It gets on my nerves at times, too, but you learn to mesh with it." Aeryn still worn that same smile on his face; it was uniquely his. Seven couldn't help but smile right back, it was contagious. Aeryn pulled a bill from his wallet and set it on the bar in front of Seven, telling her it was a tip. Seven looked down to the bill, seeing it was a ten, and shook her head, tsking lightly. "Wow, you are really too kind, Aeryn...wish more of the people who came here were like you. Thanks so much, really, it means a lot, I appreciate it." The girl took the bill in her hand and folded it to put it in her back jean's pocket. Most people who came into Syndicate weren't that generous, let alone gave any form of tip at all. If anything, they offered spare change or a dollar. But, here was Aeryn, really breaking the trend with a ten dollar bill.

"So, boy-wonder, what made you decide to come visit us tonight?" Seven smiled, actually beginning to enjoy working for once. As she listened to him, she unknowingly cut her left middle finger on the glass piece she was messing with, which caused her to jolt and bite her bottom lip. "Ouch, shit," she hissed as she sucked in air. "Gah, I'm such an idiot." Seven rolled her eyes as she placed her fingertip between her lips, ridding herself of the excess blood. "Sorry I interrupted you, please continue..."

Seven grabbed a piece of ice from the ice tray underneath the edge of the counter and brought her finger from her mouth to be bathed by the cold cube.

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Aeryn smiled softly as she asked him how he slept and then he chuckled slightly. It was pretty loud, she was right about that, but he had gotten used to it. "I've been there for a year now I'm used to the music and rowdy alcoholics." He grinned and then he leaned forward on the bar a little bit to get closer to Seven so he wouldn't have to yell as loud.

And then she asked him why he was there. "Oh I don't know. I guess I'm looking for inspiration, a muse for my writing... something." As he answered her next question, Aeryn was interrupted. She had cut her finger on the glass. He winced sympathetically and then Aeryn reached out his hand towards hers. As he did this, Aeryn spoke softly but reassuringly. "Give me your hand... trust me..."

If she gave him her hand, Aeryn would wrap his hands around it and she would feel a soft, cool sensation. Her pain numbed and when Aeryn opened his hands, her cut was healed with no trace that it had happened. He looked tired and pale as he finished, but he smiled nonetheless. "I have healing powers, among other things... stops infection too."

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"I've been there for a year now I'm used to the music and rowdy alcoholics." Seven giggled a bit at the reference to the giddy drinkers that crowded Syndicate at a constant rate. Sure, the Pub was always there for people who enjoyed their drink, and one would think that more of the like would flock there, but this was not the case for the happy-go-lucky drinkers who flooded the floor of Syndicate. Syndicate’s crowds were mainly people who came for the music and lights, along with the thrill of dancing without caring who was watching, given there was too many people there on the floor with them to care. Along with them were the usual that flocked to the bar, the alcoholic’s extraordinare. Many of them were happy drunks, but they weren’t into dancing much more than they were setting at the bar and shooting the shit with the employees and heading outside to whoop and holler, celebrating their drunken state, which was most likely what Aeryn spoke of. He leaned forward on the bar, closer to Seven as if to close the sound barrier between them that was caused by the ebb and flow of the music.

“A year, I see… so you haven’t been here that long, really… doesn’t matter, though, seeing as many in your place would have already given up and moved by now.” Seven had been working at the Syndicate since she was at least sixteen. Yes, she was underage then, but her father had connections and played the club a lot, so it was a given that she could get a job there, easily. At first, they kept her away from the main crowds, then working her into them as she gained age. It really was a piece of cake, unlike most make it out to be, seeing as she stood here today, dealing with a variety of people and issues every night, nothing as of yet getting too out of hand.

"Oh I don't know. I guess I'm looking for inspiration, a muse for my writing... something." His words echoed in her head as she cursed at herself for the childish injury she could have avoided that had interrupted his words. Plus, he had mentioned something about muse, and writing, which really caught her interest, but she was unable to bring it back up as of yet, seeing as his hand was beginning to reach for her own. "Give me your hand... trust me..." His vocals were soft and reassuring, silently urging her to let him see her hand. She looked from him to her hand, setting the ice down as she held her hand out to him, going along with his request. What was he going to do? It was a stubborn glass cut, that was all…likely to leave a small scar, but it was nothing to cry over. He wrapped her hands over her own, concentrating. Suddenly, a cooling sensation, like a kiss of frost, made its way through her hand, causing her to shiver lightly. Her brow raised in curiosity, watching his hands to see what was causing the feeling, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

Following, Seven felt the once annoying pain cease to a chilled, numbing sensation as Aeryn opened his hands, revealing her hand once more. Unsure of what had just happened, Seven brought her hand back to her, looking it over, her lips parted in amazement as she found the cut to have simply vanished, as if it were a figment of her imagination. Her eyes wandered over her hand, still trying to understand that this man had just fully taken away her minor injury; he clearly was something greater than a human being. "I have healing powers, among other things... stops infection too." Seven looked back to Aeryn, finding him smiling, but appearing quite different. A veil of sleeplessness and paled skin had covered him, as if what he had just done for her had really worn him out. “Y-you just healed that cut…h-how…” Seven shook her head, holding up her hands. “Nevermind that, I mean – I thank you for the favor, it was very kind of you, but you look really beat now, is that because of me? If that weakened you, why in the hell did you waste your energy on me?” Seven wasn’t being mean, but she had concern for Aeryn in his new, weakened state. Seven leaned over the counter and placed the back of her hand against his forehead, brushing stray strands of his hair aside. “Be honest, how are you feeling, Aeryn? You gonna be alright?"

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Aeryn enjoyed seeing her amazement over the minor display of healing and then she reached forward and touched his forehead. He felt cool as if the blood had flowed from his face. He reached up and cupped his hand over her hand instinctively upon his face. She was worried about him and that was a little surprising to him given his past. "I'll be fine... really. It's just a little taxing on me... don't worry I'll be fine in a few minutes."

He chuckled slightly as he lowered his hand and he drank more of the beer, hoping it might help his weariness. Already he was beginning to get some of his color back. When she asked him why he had used his energy on her, Aeryn grinned slowly and then he shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? The purpose of life, my life anyway, is to help those who deserve help... you were injured and I helped you Sev. It's no use worrying about it now. Besides I know you would help me if I needed it."

Now that that conversation was ended, Aeryn decided to go back to the previous topic that had been interrupted by the cut. "And yeah I'm a writer... and I draw. I mostly write poetry and news articles and I usually draw portraits of live people, natural models, REAL people. People who are naturally beautiful like you..." he blushed brightly as he realized he had said that, but hey at least his color was back!

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The boy’s skin felt cool against Seven’s own, which was of average temperatures, if not a bit hotter from the lack of central air near the bar, at that moment in time. Sure, it could have been that simple trick in heat, but given his state of looking hella tired, if not close to wiped out, it was obvious that he was truly cold to the touch. Seven could have kicked herself in the ass for going and giving herself that cut, now that he was in such a state. Don’t get it twisted, though – she was plenty thankful, but to waste such a…’power’ on her, that led him to becoming weary, seemed like an excessive splurge. Aeryn’s hand came up to cup Seven’s hand within itself as he spoke, trying to relieve her. He insisted that he was fine, and would fully recover in a few minutes, give or take. Well, that was definitely a huge relief for the girl, but it still irked her that he was even in the slightest bit of distress…then again, she guessed it really was none of her business. She had just met him, and already, she was worrying for his health…Jesus, she was a mess and a half. But, back in reality, she remembered the weight of his hand on hers, and that made her blush the slightest bit, remembering what healing powers he had within the palms he possessed. She held back a shiver as she smiled slightly, bringing her hand back to her and rolling her eyes. “Well, that’s damned good to hear – I thought something serious was going on…are you sure your alright? Ah – forget it, I’ll take your word for it and shut my mouth while I’m ahead/” She laughed lightly at the end of her sentence.

He took another drink from his beer, looking as if he were treating it as a remedial device. Seven asked him why he had made such a drastic move to heal her minor wound, if it caused him to be led into such a state, and, not much to her surprise, he simply shrugged and grinned one of those grins that were becoming infamous all but too quick. Aeryn went on to say that his purpose in life was to help others, moreover those who deserved it. Once again, he told her not to worry about it, and basically just to accept what had happened, plus he knew that she would have helped him if he had needed it. Seven tapped her nails on the counter, feeling like a pouty kid giving into what was right. What she really couldn’t believe was how much she was beginning to admire this person before her, only knowing him for barely fifteen minutes, and feeling she had known him before, or rather, she was meant to. “…Gah, I can’t argue with that, you are right, Aeryn. Even though your measures are extreme, I still think that’s a really good outlook on life that you have…choose to believe it or not, I am really the same way…”

Now that the general fuss was over, and Seven was sure that Aeryn was okay and he was sure that she was back to normalcy, he picked up the conversation that they had left off with, saying that he was a writer, as well as a sketch artist. Seven was about to check and make sure that her jaw hadn’t dropped to the floor below her – did he really just say what she thought? Someone else from this godforsaken place who was interested in the Arts? And on top of it all, it was a man? He went on to say that he specialized in writing poetry and news articles, and in his drawings he excelled mentally with live, natural models. Seven was trying to hold back a smile as he continued, still not sure if this guy was really there before her, or just a figment of imagination. Finishing, he commented that he drew people who were naturally beautiful, like Seven. Seven wasn’t quick enough to catch herself before her eyes widened a bit and her face, as well as Aeryn’s, flushed brightly with newfound color. Seven was never good with taking compliments, let alone people calling her such things or even admiring her. She bit her bottom lip, coaxing herself to say something, but there were no words that could be mustered at the time being. Still feeling her face flushed, she drew in a silent breath, finally finding the gumption to speak. “Uhm… first of all, I have to say that you are truly a prodigy, Aeryn. Of all the men that have been through this place, not one of them has shown interests quite like yours in the Arts. I, too, adore them. I write, too – poetry and music lyrics mainly, but I really dig the whole nine yards. As far as drawing goes, I am such a nerd! I draw some of the oddest things…from birds, to abstracts, plants to people. People are really an indulgence to draw, though, seeing as there is so much detail to feel out, to play with…” Seven paused, looking down at the hand that Aeryn had healed as she continued. “…thank you for the comment, by the way.”

Seven really could have said the same about him; she had been thinking it since the time she had first come to lay eyes upon him. “I have to second your comment, though – you are quite the natural, yourself… your eyes, your skintone…so many unique colors and such… sorry, I am babbling on…” The girl shook her head, bringing her amber eyes from his icy blue. “…anyway, I think you and I are going to have no problem getting along, whatsoever…” She laughed, showing a bit of pearly whites briefly.

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Aeryn blushed more as the girl returned his compliment and then he finished the rest of his beer with one long swig. As he put the bottle down on the bar, Aeryn smiled once more, that smile never seemed to go away, he was always a very happy person. As he tapped his fingers against the bar gently, Aeryn spoke again "So how do you work? Perhaps we could do something one day, hang out and get to know each other?"

Blue eyes looked around the Club slowly as Aeryn blushed brighter... he had just pretty much asked her out and he wasn't even trying to. After a few seconds he turned his eyes back towards her once again. He was obviously nervous around her, he was attracted very much to her and he had never been in a serious relationship so this was all new to him. Nonetheless, Aeryn was not going to just turn and roll away... he couldn't.

[[OOC: sorry it was so short]]

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Seven wondered what time it was, but knew that she was nowhere near close to retribution time, seeing as Danvers hadn't come to relieve her like he usually did when her time was up. There were clocks scattered throughout the place, but given the amount of people and and the constant change in lighting, there was no chance in hell of finding one. Aeryn finished his beer, setting the empty longneck on the bar, the empty bottle begging to be picked up and thrown away, as Seven proceeded to do.

Back turned to him, the boy began to ask Seven how she worked, and if she would like to go do something with him someday, and get to talk to know one another better. Seven stopped, leaning on her palms as she hoisted herself in a pause, smiling with her back still turned to him. Did he just ask her out, in a non-conspicuous way? Many men had asked her out, but she really refused all of them, seeing as they didn't fit the ideals for her personal persona, but this boy was sweet, and one of the only she had met by far that had captured her attention as much as he had and was at the moment.

She turned around, walking back over to the bar, facing him and leaning down on her elbows to close the distance between them for hearing's sake. "Well, if you mean surroundings, I love various work styles - music is a must, whether it be metal or fucking classical, it's always an adrenaline upper... not a lot of sun, not too hot... it really all depends on the work I am set to do, or the inspiration I have...what about yourself?" She paused, pouring herself a bit of Jack on the rocks, taking two shots in a quick manner to quench her thirst.

"Sounds good, Aeryn, I'd like that." Seven was amused by his growing blush, she resisted to smile. She decided to tease him a bit. "You feeling hot- face look's a bit flushed..."

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Aeryn was about to say something to tell her that she had misunderstood his question... he was asking her hours... but then she started to tease him and his blushing grew more obvious. He chuckled slightly, trying to laugh it off but then he answered, his voice stuttering like a nervous child. "I'm fine, just a little warm in here... or you're just that damn hot."

Aeryn winked at Sevendust and hoped that he had succeeded in turning the teasing back on her. Once that was said, he decided to answer the question that she had misunderstood, but at least she had made the conversation more interesting. He thought for a few moments about how to explain his work in the least offensive way. "Well... I sketch a lot of ummmmm nudes.... so privacy is a must depending on the model. Usually it's just my quiet apartment, but occasionally I get a less embarrassed model in which case the cliffs make a lovely background. Especially at sunset."

Aeryn nodded his head and then he smiled, but he was silently hoping that he didn't seem like every pervert in the city since he had confessed what he sketched. He glanced backwards as he heard something, that damn punk rocker with the green hair again. The guy looked at Aeryn and then he pointed towards him and yelled over the music "this ain't over, Crip`! And your little girlfriend there might pay for it..." Aeryn rolled his eyes at first, but when the guy finished saying that, Aeryn's eyes started to swirl and then he quickly retorted "careful... next time you mess with me you might end up in a wheelchair too... but if you fuck with her, you WILL end up six feet under!!!" The guy huffed angrily and then he turned and left the Club. Aeryn sighed and then he turned back to look at Sev`. "Sorry about that..."

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The music changed once more, from bass-filled melodic to electronica. The lights in Syndicate went from a mixture of all colors to a symphonic blend of blues and reds, birthing purples as their intensities changed. Seven smiled lightly as Aeryn's blush became more obvious, despite the naturally dark atmosphere and wild, rhythmic flashing of lights. As he parted his lips to reply to her, his voice broke into pieces, mimicking that of a nervous wreck, or close to one. But, it was truly his reply that suprised her to the core, seeing as the boy had successfully returned the girl's trump card of trade. He winked at her, and Seven couldn't help but blush a bit herself, mouth slightly parted in suprise. "Touche", she managed to get out in a voice tinged with light laughter. She usually didn't go down without a fight, but just this once, she'd make an exception for him.

Aeryn went on to speak of his methods of working, uneasily admitting that he usually was apt to sketching those in the flesh, stating that it all depended on the wants and needs of the model at hand as to where he took them to be drawn. Seven raised her brow, curious as to what some of his pieces looked like, and to how he had the composure to draw nude models comparing to his state of nervousness at the moment. Noting this nervousness, Seven smirked, her head shaking lightly as she listened to him speak while pouring herself another shot of Jack.

"Ah, a lover of flesh - you must be a complex artist, seeing as most nudist artists tend to be...can't say I've done many if those...the most I have done would have to be back when I was under apprenticeship at home. Ha, I was corrupted at a young age. My first nude sketch was around the time I was thirteen...funny thing about it was it wasn't that awkward drawing them as I assumed it would be, but then again, those models were veterans at their game, so, they probably knew how to handle things..." Seven paused, remembering his comment on the cliffs. "I adore the sunsets on the cliffs - makes good scenes for painting and photos...all of those subdued colors and hues, and everything...it's breathtaking." Unorthodox movement broke the paused silence, which caused Aeryn to turn his full attention towards it. Seven, following his lead, brought her eyes upon the green-haired kid that had started the full monty. He was on his feet again, and from the looks of it, he was pretty pissed off. His fingers pointed at Aeryn madly as he yelled out threats to him, as well as her. Seven raised her brows in amusement, knowing he wouldn't dare try anything against anyone, seeing as basically anybody could hand him his own ass. Clearly, he wasn't too good with fighting, seeing as his approach could have been more subtle.

Seven felt a strong hand on her shoulder, which caused her to turn to meet with Gavin, one of her fellow employees. "'S he fucking around with you, Dusty?" Seven smiled shaking her head. "He wouldn't dare, plus, I think our friend Aeryn here has it all pretty much covered." She ended her sentence in a wink to Gavin, then looking to Aeryn once more. His eyes were recovering from a previous state of swirling as he apologized to her. Once again, another sign that this boy was something more than human. "It's all good - pssht, why are you apologizing for, you've done nothing in the wrong!"

She smiled, leaning back into Gavin whom stood watch as the green-haired boy made his exit. "What's my schedule, Gavin? And, when's my next break - better yet, when can I go home?"Gavin shrugged from behind her, squeezing her shoulders before playfully pushing her off of him. "Dunno, Dust - your guess is as good as mine, but I know that you and me both are booked here for the whole goddamned week." Seven rolled her eyes and groaned a bit, looking helplessly to Gavin. "At least I'm not alone in my misery..." Gavin laughed at her, then nodding a farewell for the moment as he went to tend to customers.

Seven leaned over the bar and grabbed the empty longneck and threw it in the trash behind the bar. "So, I've gotta say, for being a freshie to Syndicate, you sure have proved yourself to be something else", she said to him as she nodded in the direction of the crowd behind him on the dancefloor that had many, if not all eyes on him from the second confrontation with the green-haired kid. "Ugh, I am so ready to call it a night, here - I wish they would start kicking some of the hellions out...if they didn't, they'd surely stay here all damn night... not like I have the right to talk, seeing as I used to be one of them."

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Aeryn looked at the other guy who was obviously playful with Seven and, much to his own surprise, he felt a twinge of jealousy in himself. He quickly swallowed the feelings down and then he listened to her talk about the people staying there all night and he chuckled slightly. As he chuckled, Aeryn said "you can always get sick and have to leave. Or I could quite easily clear the place out..."

As he said that, Aeryn grinned to himself thinking of the possibilities. He could have turned into his serpent form and people would have panicked... and he would have gotten a good laugh. His eyes looked up to Sev from his wheelchair and he leaned forward as Gavin left. "Are you two... dating?" he was afraid of the answer to the question, but Aeryn just had to ask.

[OOC: I didn't know you were coming back! I'll stop looking for another girl for Aeryn now!]

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Seven laughed at Aeryn's suggestions to rid her of work, all the while the people on the floor were ironically staring her down, as if they were daring her to cut through them all to get to the doors...or, rather, they were looking her way debating on whether they wanted a drink or not. "I hate to say it, but the sick card doesn't work for me, anymore - used it well in the past when I first started, but now they can always call me out on my bluff. You, clear the place out? Hmm, well what did you have in mind - or, do I wanna know?"

Seven tilted her head inquisitively as Aeryn looked up to her half-heartedly in nature, asking her whether she was dating him or not. At first, Seven wondered who he was refering to, and then it hit her that he was meaning Gavin, which made her smile lightly. "You mean Gavin? Me and Gavin, dating?" Seven paused, looking over to where Gavin stood, still taking care of customers. "Psssht, no, are you kidding? Gavin's my brother from another mother, seriously - dating him would be like incest! Oh, shit - hold on, I have to take care of them quick."

Seven was interrupted by a crowd of six, calling for her services from across the other side of the bar.

[OOC: Ha, yeah, I'm sorry - yeah, I am not on a permanent leave, but more like a warning, meaning I'll get on when time allows me to, but okay!]