16270/The Prince and the Paw-per.

The Prince and the Paw-per.
Date of Scene:	13 May 2024
Location:	Da Club
Synopsis:	Loki and Ivory renew their acquaintance in Da Club
Cast of Characters:	Loki, Ivory

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Loki has posed:
Nightclubs may be a modern phenemona, but Loki has always socialized easily. Bachannalia, harvest festivals, Christmas parties. For one often considered 'evil' by the average bloke, the Prince of Lies has always had a taste for frivolity. He likes to dance, he likes music, he likes revelry.

Anyway, he's trying to keep a low profile at the moment, lest his annoying and overmuscled brother get some ideas about slaping him around again. Not that Loki can't handle him, but it's an annoyance, even on the best day.

He wears something resembling modern dress, a dark pair of slacks and a tight shirt, white accented with his trademark green. His dark hair is pulled back, long enough to lick at the back of his neck as the lights pulse and the beat rises. Intriguing, if a trifle loud.

Ivory has posed:
Ed:Don't forget Asgardian and Jotun feasts, Loki surely gets around!

As the music hammers through the club, a whitehead is dancing through the crowd, white T-shirt, jeans jacket and a kilt in black-white around the light frame. Those ar not the parts that pull attention though, it's the feline ears and tail flicking with the music as they follow the rhythm. The latter does come out under the skirt, so it's not entirely clear if it's a clever animatroic or real, but the ears are more clearly the real deal, for there are no other ears on Ivory's head as they dance... though there is some earcotton in them to protect from the noise.

Loki has posed:
Loki cocks his head at the approach of the whiteheaded individual, striking and unusual amidst the sea of conformity. As they move past, he tilts his head for a moment, catching sight of the tail and providing a whistle of surprise and delight at its discovery.

Is the stranger familiar? Yes, a brief encounter, not so very long ago, at least by Loki's standards. "Enjoying the night life?" he says, casually stepping in to block the way, "Perhaps I could get you a saucer of something," he says.

Ivory has posed:
"Cream jokes?" Ivory remarks back with a wink, sending a glance all over the frame of the black haired godling, then another. "I am nocturnal mostly, so, why shouldn't I enjoy it?"

There's a little chuckle as they fully turn around to join the asgardian in some dance, keeping the movements well in rhythm. "What kind of drink you thought about? Or just enjoying dance and company for the moment?"

Loki has posed:
Loki smiles, "Cream has always been a metaphor for the best of things. Rises to the top, doesn't it? Just like me," he says.

"They don't have any drinks here that could intoxicate me, although I could, if pressed, perhaps summon a flagon of Asgardian honey-wine that might suit the purpose, but most humans would collapse like a wilted lettuce," he says. "I enjoy dancing, but I'm used to doing something more classical. Watching you move is entertainment enough for me, I think," he says.

Ivory has posed:
"Just let the music take you and follow it." Ivory suggests, the fingers twiddling in tune with the rhythm. "Comeon, they say what you show on the floor you also do somewhere else." It's a teasing wording, but after cream jokes to a cat person... "I know a few that can do that. Drinking humans into a stupor and then kegs more. Though the offer of that mead sounds good! What does it take to get you to do good on that offer?"

Loki has posed:
Loki does as suggested and starts to move. His limbs are fluid, graceful, precise. He picks up the rhythms easily and begins to move with a sinuous ease, almost serpentine. Those green eyes of his sparkle as he finds himself in tandem with Ivory, the two of them starting to rotate about one another as they move.

"A little sweetness wins reward, I find. Good company, good friends, good wine, all go together well," he says. "You're at least interesting. More than I can say for most here."

Ivory has posed:
"Unique I might say." Ivory teases as they dance closer, winking a moment, the eyes seeming to be slotted in the flashing light of the club, and shining in the dim light. The dance is just about following the speed given by the DJ, twisting, turning, somewhat close due to the dance floor being packed.

"Everything good and interesting together, hmm? What are the interests of someone that can summon asgardian ale then?" they muse, laughing a moment, giving a wink back. "And a little sweetness... depends on what kind of sweetness you want."

Loki has posed:
Loki smiles, "I have always had, as the mortals say, a sweet tooth. I have seen so little of it. Who wants to be adored more than a literal god?" he says.

He steps in and then switches to a more traditional dance style, a hand in his hand, his other on Ivory's hip, guiding into a twirling step through the electronic beat, sweeping people out of the way with a simple flick of his will, guiding the two of them towards a private room and the promised bottle of honeyed liqueur, no doubt already waiting and chilled, freshly teleported from Loki's private reserve.

"You have a lion's heart, young cat, to dance with the Prince of Asgard," he smirks.

Ivory has posed:
"Oh, I had a hand full of asgardian ass on the dancefloor once." Ivory remars with a teasing wink as he takes them into a more traditional hold, but instead of putting the hand on his upper arm, they're reaching out to mirror his hold, the hand slipping up to his lower back after a moment of landing a little low. "Let me correct that: Two."

As the spinning starts, the tail of the Cat person curls around their own leg, keeping it from being crushed or stepped on. "Lions are just very overgrown Maine Coons with nigh-baldness everywhere but the mane." It's a tease, as there's a grin on the lips.

Loki has posed:
Loki laughs, "Perhaps. I have seen a few shorn lions in my day and they were sad things. The Romans used to do it, during their gladiator sport. Disgusting people," he mutters.

Once in the private environs, he breaks the hold of the dance, although he doesn't seem to have been too shy about Ivory's wandering hands. "Allow me to get us a glass," he says, gesturing for his feline friend to take a seat while he pours. Prince or not, he has manners.

Ivory has posed:
"The romans? All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?" Ivory quips back with a laughter, trying their best to immitate John Cleese as the dance goes to the edge of the dance floor and a little more private seating.

"Well well, A drink to what we share tonight?"

Loki has posed:
Loki offers the glass to Ivory, head cocked, "Oh, yes, they were overachievers, certainly. Bastards, though. Not that I can talk. I've done things worse than they ever dreamed. Once upon a time. I'm totally reformed now," he says.

He is definitely not totally reformed.

"To sharing, then," he says. "My brother never thought I was very good at it, but, then, I never did like him much."