~The Devil's Edge - VIP Lounge - The Black Masquerade~
The Phantom wandered into the club in button down white shirt and black vest and pants, complete with a black cape and a white mask that covered half her face. She handed her dagger off to the bouncer before she wandered toward the bar, taking a seat and ordering a Vampire's Kiss Martini. She slipped slowly from the glass placed in front of her, eyes grazing over the club.
The Devil walked into the club, enjoying the spooky atmosphere. He was clad in a black suit with a red tie, complete with a matching red mask and horns. He got himself a River's Regenerating ****tail and a Batter Fried Demon Tail and sat down at a nearby table.
.The Great Pumpkin.
The clicks and scruffs of her heels against the pavement were the first thing to be revealed. It had been ages since she had been at a Masquerade. Had she gotten them lost? When she had lost a tinge of hope, she heard the music flood to her ears. "This way!" She squealed enthusiasticly. The lower half of her body decorated in green tights, and orange kiddy heel shoes.It all lead to an orange lace tutu with a dark pastel green trim.
Her midsection seemed alien to the rest of her form, but it was exposed painted in orange paint. Armed with obsidian triangle eyes,a triangle nose, and a large gaping jaggedly squared mouth. From the upper curve of her stomach to her neck, she was covered in a darkened pastel green top to match the trim of her tutu. The tone of her lips best described a dartmouth tone, and the mask that covered her turqoise eyes were made entirely of Autumn multicolored leaves. Streaks of green inhabitated her hair, it remained pinned up except for a few rogue ringlets.
At first she was sure that she would be able to jet with her date into a table, but instead her irises illuminated in awe. "Look, look at the bats!" The excitement soon overthrown by her realization that bats gave her the heebie jeebies. "Don't look at the bats. Don't look at the bats." She whispered to counter her earlier gusto.
= The Monarch =
Black sleeves hang down just past her wrists. The flared ends show off black fingerless gloves and her black and orange nail polish. Her shoulders are bare. Black, orange and white straitions converge at her abdomen, then flair out into a short but full skirt. The orange and yellow mosaic mid section give way to small rhinestones she has painstakingly glued to the edges, allowing the skirt to shimmer in the right light. A black petticoat gives the skirt a perfect flounce. Gossamer wings repeating the pattern spread out from behind her and flow seamlessly with the dress. Black leggings and knee high black leather boots complete the look. Her hair is pulled back and up and she has weaved black feathers and pipe cleaners together to create antennea flowing out of her upswept coiff.
With a nervous yet excited step she enters the Lounge. Her eyes scan the room and she smiles as she notices the menu. Fluttering up to the bar, she orders a Black Widow shot. Sniffing it casually first, she wrinkles her nose when she can not discern it's contents. With a deep breath and a shrug of her shoulders, she tosses her head back and drains the glass in one smooth practiced motion. "There. That should help calm my nerves" she thinks as she wiggles her fingers to the bartender calling for another round.
The Phantom finished her first drink as she continued to look around the club, eyes grazing over everybody who walked through the door, waiting to see if her better half would show so they could have a little fun together. She turned back to the bar, sliding a few dollars across to the bartender for another drink; a few more on an empty stomach and she knew the alcohol would start to go to her head. She looked over the menu quickly and ordered a muffin to help slow the affects of the booze.