They used to dance in the garden in the middle of the night...

[scarlet_kitsch]

Who: Wanda Maximoff and Johnny Rayflo
When: Friday Night (April 20)
Where:  Fangtasia
Summary: 7DS; Wanda and Johnny meet for the first time at Fangtasia, where Christina’s sinful influence has heightened everyone’s pride and lust for sex or blood.
Warnings: Probably a lot of flirting and maybe a wee bit of vampire-related violence but nothing extreme.

Fangtasia had recently lost its owner and proprietor. At the back of the club, his throne sat empty, silently mourning his absence. However, that hadn’t stopped the place from coming back to life each night. Tonight, the club was once again alive with a vitality one might not expect from a place frequented by the undead.

A heady mix of carnal desire and blood lust pulsed almost palpably through the air. Vampires stalked Fangtasia, openly eyeing patrons in a manner far more explicit than usual—which was saying something given the place’s salacious reputation. The club’s stage was slowly being overtaken by enthusiastic patrons eager to show off their exotic dancing ‘skills’ to a loudly appreciative audience. While on the floor, couples who had started out casually swaying to the music were now openly and fiercely grinding against each other with the kind of passion that was usually reserved for a dark corner—or a restroom stall. Strangely, this increasingly rowdy and libidinous behavior was not only tolerated but actually encouraged by the management who also seemed lost in their desires.

All indications were that no one planned to leave before the dawn.

Even on a more reserved night, this was not the kind of place Wanda would usually frequent. She generally preferred quiet time at home, alone or with friends. But none of her friends were here, and she was going stir crazy in the condo. Since she’d been curious to see what a “vampire bar” was all about, this seemed like as good a time as any.

So here she was, amongst the restless crowd, tricked out in a short dress—red, of course. The dress was a gift, freely given by one of her fellow newcomers after she’d made a plea for clothes on the network. It was much tighter and more revealing than Wanda would usually wear. In the past, she would never have worn it out of the house without a cardigan to make it more modest. She normally dressed to avoid accusations of being the promiscuous gypsy girl so many Transian women snidely assumed her to be.

But this night it just felt right to flaunt her curves. Wanda was tired of hiding herself away, sick of always dressing like a ‘good girl’ to please others. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, only disliking the unwanted leers it often brought. She was actually proud of her looks, and why shouldn’t she be?  Modesty be damned, tonight she intended to bask in whatever attention came her way.

Wanda had arrived at Fangtasia just after the sirens went off in order take advantage of happy hour. With only enough money to pay for the cover charge and one drink, she had planned on either nursing it or flirting her way into another. As it turned out, whatever had keyed up the clientele had also made them very, very generous—even if that generosity did come with strongly implied strings. Over her current drink, the third one of the night, Wanda giggled at the thought. Let one them try to collect. It wouldn’t be easy—she wouldn’t be easy—but maybe...

Sitting at the bar, alone for the moment, Wanda wiggled around in her seat to get a better view of all that Fangtasia had to offer, while drinking an unknown alcoholic concoction colored red to go with the vampire motif. Sipping lightly, she shot veiled glances around the club over the rim of her glass, the urge to misbehave growing stronger as she slowly drained her drink.