The Tipsy Hue Nightclub

The Tipsy Hue is a secretive but high end nightclub full of highbloods and party goers. Most people of note have been here at least once, and the bar serves a mean Faygo Martini



Credit to: http://dsorokin755.deviantart.com/

esarthi strolls to the back of the club, brushing past a few highbloods dancing. She spies a booth in the back and slips into it, gesturing to Shrish to follow. Before Shrish can move, though, a seadweller slides into the booth. Desarthi winced; he reeked of alcohol[/b]

heyy there babe hows the evening treating yyouu

Desarthi pointedly ignores him, staring off into the distance with no particular focus. Her gaze happens to rest on a beautiful blue blood who just stepped on the dance floor. She's laughing and chatting with her friends, her hair long and curly, an unusual trait. The seadweller follows her gaze and snorts

i promise yyouu i can give yyouu a muuch wilder ride than anyy of these girls babe

He reaches for Desarthi's arm, then lets out a small yelp and lurches backwards to the far corner of the booth. Desarthi smiles from under the veil

creepyy bitch!

The seadweller stumbles out of the booth and lurches away from Desarthi, pushing through a crowd of people and out the back door

Shrish scoffed at the seadweller.
They just don't know when to quit, huh?
She scanned the room, seeing the blue blood Desarthi was staring at.
Well H-ello there!~ Who is that fin looking gill.
Shrish turned excitedly to Desarthi and nudged her with her elbow.
You wanna go talk to her, or is somefin else catching your fancy?
Shrish winked.

Shrish paused at the casual mention of her recent future murder of a man with poison needles. She cleared her throat and continued in her diabetes inducing voice.
Yeah, sure! Io came before her and all, but we came out here tonight to have fun!
Let's go talk to her!! Even if you don't want to sweep her off her feet, you might make a new frond out of it, and besides, if you don't want her, I'd be MORE than happ----y to get to know a gill who looks like *that*.

Shrish's eyes widened at the mention of a singing competition.
She barely spoke above a whisper as she said:
Oh no.
She snapped back to reality and moved up right next to Desarthi.
HEY! Haha! Des! My gill!
Shrish suddenly looped her arm around Desarthi's shoulder with a huge grin and tried leading her to the side to speak to her in a hushed whisper.
Heyyy, we should p--robably just go. This p--lace is a bust, right? I mean, my mistake right? There's nothing here but lousy karaoke, like, zero raves here or ANYTHING! Besides, we all know who the true winner would be here, right? So let's just leave and go find a better p--lace to p--arty! Somewhere that's less likely to- ah... Reveal your identity to the crowd?

(Oh jesus fuck no god this isn't happening.)
Shrish looked absolutely horrified.
Desarthi what are you doing?!
She hissed through an incredibly forced smile.

I didn't know there was a singing comp--etition tonight! I thought that was next week!!
Shrish took a step back, her head feeling a bit light and her stomach tied in a thick knot of nervousness.
Fuck, I'm going to need like a drink or three to get through this.

Shrish glanced over at Nuyala.
You might be the greatest singer in the galaxy, but I don't think even you could have fixed my voice.
She sighed.
Alright! It may not go as p--lanned, but I still have to try!

Shrish gulped.
Jesus this girl was good. She looked over to Desarthi and gave a thumbs up and a grin, absolutely terrified for her turn.

(Oh buoy. You got this Shrish.)
Shrish puffed out her chest and strode up onto the stage, buzzing with excitement.

Ha! You wish! I'm gonna rock this comp--etition!
Shrish crossed her arms, watching the cobalt in amusement as she sings. Once the cobalt finishes, Shrish plucked the mic from the cobalt blood's hands.
Watch and learn.
She winked and stepped up to the front of the stage and waited for the music to start. She starts to sing, a bit weakly at first, but her voice picked up, surprising even herself in how good she actually sounded. Sure, she's no Desarthi, but for the first time in a very, very long time, Shrish felt good about her chances.

Shrish walks up on stage, a bit more nervous. She whispered over to Desarthi.
(You're still gonna let me win, right?)

Shrish manages to keep her face to a smile, as she clapped for Desarthi. God she wanted to murder Desarthi right now. She raised the mic up to speak in it.
Haha, well, who here could actually comp--ete with my girl Desarthi Izaona herself? Nobody! That's who! So with that, I'm officially dropp----ing out of the race here. No way anyone could follow THAT hot stuff up--, right? Good luck to the rest of the comp--etitors!
Shrish put the mic back on the stand and leaving the stage a bit TOO quickly as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Shrish stares at Desarthi and Nuyala, keeping the same smile up that she has learned to hold onto since she was spawned. She pushed her chair out, clapping for her friend as the cheering continues before immediately slipping between the crowd towards the back exit, finding that the air in the room was becoming more and more difficult to breathe every second.
She walked out of the exit into the alleyway, relieved to see nobody out there due to Desarthi's performance drawing in the crowd. She growled in frustration and punched the side of alley, cracking the wall slightly. She cursed and collapsed on the back wall, holding onto her hand as tears started slipping down her cheeks.
Gog damn it. Gog FUCKING damn it. Why did I come here, I'm such a fucking idiot.
She pulled up her legs to her chest, hugging them tightly as she buried her face in her arms.
I made such a fucking fool of myself out there... Why did I think a worthless moron like me would be able to even get that far with my raging trash fire of a voice.
Shrish choked back a sob.

Suerte stared at Shrish with wide eyes leaning on the side of the alley, having seen the whole thing with a cigarette held loosely in his mouth, and his lighter held precariously next to his face. The cigarette fell from his mouth and hit the ground with a soft plunk.
Shrish?? Shrish [A]voler??? [A]re...- [A]re you o[K]?
Suerte edged closer towards Shrish

O-oh fuck.
Shrish sat up and quickly tried wiping the tears away from her face with her sleeve.
F-fuck. You didn't see this. Ok? I'll fucking kill you if you so much as WHISPER this shit to anyone, filthy landdweller. Just leave before I change my mind on offing you.
Shrish stared up at Suerte in quite possibly one of the most pathetic attempts to be intimidating in paradox space, tears still sticky on her face, sniffling while trying to regain some manner of composure again.

Hey um, don't worry [A]bout it. Secret's s[A]fe with me, nobody'll know the Heiress [A]pp[A]rent feels emotions too. I'll t[A]ke th[A]t secret to my gr[A]ve.

Shrish scoffs, her face becoming mildly less hostile towards the green blood.
"Heiress Apparent". That's real fucking rich. All I am is an over glorified party planner.
She pulled up her legs more, hugging them tighter, looking away.

Suerte leaned on the wall next to Shrish.
Well. I thin[K] you're more th[A]n that. You know, I went to one of your p[A]rties [A] LONG time ago- [A] bit before the rebellion got crushed- [A]nyw[A]ys, when I w[A]s there, you h[A]d this sort of [A]ur[A] coming off of you, like you were this re[A]lly nice girl. [A]lw[A]ys h[A]d [A] smile on you, no m[A]tter wh[A]t w[A]s going down, even when you had to [K]ic[K] out those sopored-up subjugs who were ma[K]ing a mess of things in your Lusii's t[A]n[K]. It was inspiring re[A]lly, how you [A]lways were trying to m[A][K]e the best of things, m[A][K]ing sure people were still h[A]ving [A] good time. The entire time, you alw[A]ys seemed focused on m[A][K]ing sure everyone else w[A]s h[A]ving the time of their lives. Despite all the terrible things going on [A]t the time, you tried to help e[A]se th[A]t p[A]in with your p[A]rties. You were [A]n excellent host. And th[A]t's not the worst thing to be, is it?

Shrish sighed, looking away from Suerte.
I guess not. It still sucks though. I had dreams, y'know? I had this whole vision of who I wanted to be, and the improvements I wanted to make. Then I got recruited by Idhyaa... And this whole rebellion thing happened... And well. Here I am, sitting in a dirty alleyway talking to a green blood while my friend has the time of her life in the bar at my expense.
She let go of her legs, letting them sprawl out onto the floor.
God, it's pretty fucked up for me to be jealous of my best friend, right? Is that shitty of me? To want what she has?

Suerte shrugged, sliding down the wall to sit near Shrish.
[A] little bit. But I thin[K] you deserve [A]t le[A]st [A] little h[A]ppiness, right?

Shrish shook her head.
No but like. I SHOULD be happy, right? I have practically everything someone could want. Literally anything I could think of I could get my hands on, the crown excluded, but. It's not enough. It's never enough. Everything just feels so empty. I envy Desarthi. Sure, she has her problems, but. She seems more whole? Like she can still appreciate this shit. She can still have fun up on a stage on a singing competition. She's got a beautiful matesprit, a voice that angels would fear, and not to mention she's the Empress. I want her. To be her. I hate myself CONSTANTLY because I'm not her. It's just.
Shrish sighed and leaned her head back onto the concrete wall, eyes closed.
Ugh. I definitely drank too much liquid courage to sing up there. I'm spilling my guts to a random midblood like some kind of pale whore.
She opened one eye and looked directly at him, not really with any seriousness.
You know I'm definitely going to have to kill you now, right?

I pretty much [A]ssumed th[A]t w[A]s gonn[A] h[A]ppen. I just gott[A] s[A]y, [A]s [A] bit of [A] l[A]st re[Q]uest, mind not messing the f[A]ce up too much? C[A]n't be le[A]ving [A]n ugly corpse [A]round here, I h[A]ve st[A]nd[A]rds to m[A]int[A]in.
Suerte flashed his most smarmy grin.

Shrish snorted.
Yeah, sure, kid.
She looked him over with a half-lidded eye.
I gotta say though, it certainly would be a waste to just off you right now. You're pretty cute for a landdweller.
Shrish sat up.
So what's your name kid? Seems only fair you give me that since I basically just gave you my life story.

Oh! It's Suerte [K]esme[K]. Profession[A]l, [A]h, "st[A]tistici[A]n".