8309/Step into my parlor said the spider to the...thing that eats spiders.

Step into my parlor said the spider to the...thing that eats spiders.
Date of Scene:	13 July 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Buffy Summers

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Thomas Raith has posed:
It's about 8pm, so while the Blue Lady is far from dead, the line outside has yet to form. The Bouncer outside, a lean tall hispanic man carring a pair of tomahawks on his belt had asked to see the attractive blonde's ID, made a face at it but then said "You No gonna cause Axe no trouble in dare, an maybe he let you in now 'stead of makin' yah wait till next January ta gets in. You do be causing trouble, Axe got no clues how yah gots past him. Comprender?" Inside, the live band is starting to tune up, and a one eyed bartender serves drinks to a forming crowd.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers was always curious to check out a new night club on her day off, and this one looked particularly interesting, if not quaint. She smiles sweetly at the bouncer and arches a brow, "Who, me? Cause trouble? Whyever for? I'm just here to have fun, not make a scene." she nods to his agreement and with a quick thanks she steps in, peering around. "Nice pad..Too bad I dint have a date. Not like I can't have fun in my own.." she's dressed in a simple black cocktail dress and matching heels with a pink shrug covering her arms, and as the music plays, she sways to the beat as she scans the area, then heads for the bar. They probably won't let her have a drink but maybe she can grab a soda or something..

Thomas Raith has posed:
the Bartender acknowledges her with a nod but before he can come over a voice asks casually, "I don't suppose I could interest you in a Slow comfortable screw up agienst the wall?" the man who speaks is...well handsome is not the right word. Not even close. Lots of men are handsome, where as this one is.. Pretty. Beautiful even while somehow still appearing masculine. His eyes crystal blue, and teeth sparkling white... his entire playful deameanor one that reads "I'm not only the only person here who knows the punchline... I'm the only one here who knows a joke has been told."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is about to try and grab an alcoholic drink in hopes that no one will notice, when she sees the cute as hell and painfully sexy man who addresses her. Unfortunately the words that come out of his mouth are less than savoury, and she's definitely not into screwing with a stranger out of the blue like that. "Only if you're looking for a quick trip to the hospital." she counters, eyes narrowed, although she smiles pleasantly enough as if she's only joking. "I mean seriously, worst pick up line ever."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith steps behind the bar, a challenging look on his lips as he takes down a shaker, "Sloe Gin," he says pouring some in, "Southern comfort", he adds that as well, "Ketel-One Vodka and Orange Juice, otherwise known as a Screwdriver," He smirks a bit, shaking the combination over ice and then pouring it into a glass before adding "Galliano L'Autentico from a Harvey Wallbanger," he garnishes this with a cherry and says "A Slow Comfortable Screw up agienst the Wall." His grin is devilishly wicked and he waits for her to try a sip before adding, "And I'm pretty sure the worst pick up line ever is 'Is that a mirror in your pocket, because I can see myself in your pants."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow as he mixes the drink and laughs at the apparent faux pas. "Oh! You meant...Yeah, that's hilarious. I mean, screwdriver, I've heard of that but not..." geeez. Soooo embarrassing. But dammit that drink looks amazing and she nods, "Do t mind if I do.." she takes a long sip of it and shivers. "Wow. That's...Amazing. Like seriously. But You should majorly think of changing the name. I mean really..."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit, "Well I could have offered you a Screaming Orgasm, but you didn't look the type to like Milky Drinks." he says in a playful tone and smirks a bit, offering her his hand "I'm Thomas Raith, I own the Blue Lady." which makes sense since the bartender, who resembles Bruce Willis from Red only with an eye patch, didn't stop him from going behind the bar and helping himself. Shaking hands with Thomas is.. well it's definitely interesting. It feels nice in fact. Very nice. Actually, most men don't /kiss/ as nice as Thomas Raith shakes hands.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers makes a face at the name and shrugs, "Nope. Not really a fan of milky drinks. Or cheesy names. Think I'll keep this one though but you should seriously consider renaming your drinks. I mean really? Slow screw..?" she shrugs and chuckles, trying to shake it off. "So, Mister Raith huh. Um Buffy Summers. Nixe to meet you.." she bites her lip as he shakes her hand, peering down at it thoughtfully and she can't help but shiver a bit. "Mmm. Nice club you got here.." her hand lingers a moment longer in his. quite liking the feeling of his fingers interlocking with hers, although it's almost..Creepy and she eventually pulls away.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a bit, "Well I'm not the one that named them, so who am I to change it." He doesn't seem in that much of a hurry to release her fingers either, though he certainly doesn't fight it when she starts to pull away. Instead he takes out a crystal decanter full of amber liquid, drops two ice cubes in a highball glass and fills one from the other. "I'm glad you approve Ms. Summers." he says playfully, adding "So of all the Gin Joints in all the world, what pulls you into mine?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shrugs, leaning against the bar to peer around thoughtfully. "Nothing much. Just thought I'd check out a new place, and this one seemed..Interesting, if a little unusual. I mean it's funny, jazz has never been my thing but I thought I'd try something new." she smiles. "Sometimes the same old gets a little boring you know? I like to reach outside my comfort zone once in a while."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a little bit, sipping his drink. "And honestly, what can be more new then something that was popular half a century before you were born, Am I right?" he asks in a playful tone, joining her on her side of the bar, though leaving his decanter within easy reach. "Well what do you think of it so far?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers takes another long sip of her drink and truth be told, she tends to get drunk fairly easily. But it tastes soo good and she just wants to relax this evening. "Mmm, I'm impressed so far, but I have yet to check out the dance floor. Looks kinda fun though. Too bad I didn't bring a dance partner."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins wickedly, "Well since I am apparently your host for the evening, it seems to me it would be absolutely sinful of me to not fill in that role." He stands and offers her another of those wicked grins, "And while I'm normally all in favor of sin as a rule..."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks, taking more sips of her drink, peering at the decanter thoughtfully. But she's not insane and she already has one drink to finish off. "Ooh, vip treatment. How can I say no to that?" she smirks, wriggling her eyebrows playfully. "I wonder if you can dance as well as you can mix drinks?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith leans over and whispers a single word in her ear. and yet that word is charged with promise, anticipation, and no small amount of heat. "Better." He says before taking her hands to help her off of her stool and lead her out onto the dance floor.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles, seeming to enjoy his company in spite of her self. Damn Raiths. If only she knew the truth. Buffy finishes the last of her drink before letting him take her hands and leading her to the dance floor. "Well okay then, I'll be expecting great things from you." she teases, her feet tapping to the beat. It's been a while since she's danced and with a partner no less. This should be fun.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith, true to his word, is a fantastic dancer. He moves with perfect rhythm to the beat of the slow jazz band, holding her closely to him. Holding her, touching her, his presence even more intoxicating then the extremely liqueur heavy drink he'd already plied her with. "I can promise you things," he whispers softly in her ear, That will leave great so far behind you'll barely remember the word.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hasn't danced to jazz before, but she shadows his footsteps, quite fascinated by his graceful movements, and she does her best to follow his lead, laughing a bit. "Well, you weren't lying. You a professional dancer or something?" she spins and twirls, leaning in to hear his whisper and chuckles, "Oh yeah? Let's see your best move."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith dips her and, well since she asked for it, he kisses her. A fiery passionate kiss that would send pleasure coursing through her body like a tidal wave. Coursing from her lips to her toes, and rushing back up again. His saphirre blue eyes going marginally paler as he feeds from that kiss. Drinking her in slowly.He doesn't take much of course, after all they are in public, but he actually shivers at just how...rich... her energy is. whispering only as the kiss breaks "Wow."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Well..To be fair, that wasn't exactly what she meant, but it's so typical of guys to assume that sort of thing. Still, when she twirls and dips, Buffy is literally taken off her feet when her lips meet his, a kiss that could literally take her breath away. She shivers intensely at the touch, feeling a surge of..Something she hasn't experienced in a long time, and not quite this intense either. But it seems somehow..Strange to her senses. And Buffy has never felt so much intense lust like this towards a total stranger before, and that makes her wary for reasons beyond her comprehension. She pulls away, eyes narrowed at him, holding him at arm's length. "Who exactly are you?" she asks, feeling the tiniest bit faint for just a second or two.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith takes a moment to catch his breath as she pulls away. His eyes just a little bit glazed. "Funny, I was just thinking about asking you the exact same question.." He says, holding her slightly away from himself as well but also not letting go. In fact he has to /force/ himself to let go of her. He wets his lips slightly, not because they were dry but in a vain attempt to recapture the /taste/ of her. A deep breath. Another. Then he says, "I give you my oath of Hospitality, if you would care to step into my office we can discuss this away from...bystanders."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns softly as she peers at him thoughtfully, trying to figure him out. Is he simply a very seductuve and smooth individual, the likes of which she's never seen before, or is there more to it..? But this is not the best place to determine how to handle him. "Sure.." she smiles sweetly, peering at him steadily but not shaking him off. "Let's have ourselves a nice little chat, hmm?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith leads the girl upstairs, past a very large black man who is guarding the door and into his office. He is, it would seem, trying to put some distance between the two of them...which he is because frankly he is not sure he can think straight otherwise. He opens the conversation with what might seem like an unusual question but there it is, "Are you a signatory of the Unseelie Accords?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers follows the handsome man upstairs and into his private office, with every intention of staking him or whatever, should he try anything funny. When he asks her about unseelie accords, she pauses, scratching her head. "The what now? Sorry never heard of it."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly and blows a lock of hair out of his eyes, nodding slightly, "It's a contract, written by the Queen of Air and Darkness binding it's signatories to a certain code of conduct. It has a lot of rules, but the one I am most concerned with at the moment is the rule of hospitality... Which is to say I offer you my hospitality...as I did downstairs, and I am honor bound to not attack you or allow harm to come to you. Should you accept you are my guest...and thus honor bound to bring no harm to myself, my property, or my people..." He glances at the window, apparently indicating the crowd downstairs.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns a little. "Queen of Air and Darkness? Interesting. I should talk to my Watcher about this. And about you.." she considers, "Alright, so you are oath bound not to harm me and I'm oath bound not to harm you in turn.." Buffy is no longer being sarcastic, taking this seriously now. "Soo, are you gonna tell me what just happened out there, if I give you my oath I won't harm you?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith just nods slowly, going to his bar and eyeing a near identical decanter as the one he had downstairs before shaking his head and pouring a scotch for himself and then eyeing her as if to ask "Do you really wanna be sober for this conversation?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods, eyeing him steadily. "Don't worry about me. It takes a lot to surprise me, trust me." she does eye the decanter though, wondering what could possibly bring him to say that.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods and gestures to the bar before moving to conversation circle and taking a seat. "I am Thomas Raith, Scion of House Raith of the White Court. We are often misconstrued in various circles as a breed of Vampire. We're not, but it's rather like saying a Dolphin is not a fish. White Court feed on emotional energy, usually a specific flavor depending on the House. Not as dangerous as sanguine vampires, though it can be lethal if one is careless or over feeds." He sips his drink, considering, "We are born not made, so feeding on someone cannot spread our kind. We do that the old fashioned way." He sets is glass down and asks with that charming smile, "So care to tell me why feeding on you is like taking chocolate covered cocaine?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns as she sits down, but is hesitant to touch anymore liquor, at least for now. "Vampire, you say? Oh, I get it, you're like, an emotional vampire. But, Vampire nonetheless. What makes you different from any other vampire? You just feed on emotional energy instead of blood." as for who she is, Buffy just smiles sweetly. "Hi. I'm Buffy. The Vampire Slayer. As in, it's my destiny to slay vampires and demons of all kinds."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow at that and grins a bit, laughing richly and pleasantly, "Well that certainly does make things interesting doesn't it. Well I can name a few things I don't have in common with vamps. A reflection. A pulse. The Ability to get a suntan." he shrugs. "In most ways that matter, I'm human. Human with a touch more added. That touch more requires fuel. Like adding Nitro to a car...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly, trying to figure that one out. "Okay..So you're like an Emo vamp, and don't display the traditional vampy characteristics. And you're bound by some oath to not harm anyone under your roof. I've never quite met a creature like you before, except maybe Spike, but he's got the whole chip in the head deal going on, which explains why he can't hurt anyone. Why would you choose not to kill anyone?" Buff arches a brow, "Are you really more human than demon..?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs a bit, shaking his head No, I'm not an Emo Vampire. How many Emos do you know that wear Armani? I'm not oath bound to not harm anybody under my roof, I'm oath bound to not harm /you/ because I offered you my hospitality. I don't kill anybody if i can help it because Why would I? It's messy and unnessicary. And what would, in your view be the tipping point between the two? I've bet some very humane demons and some quite demonic humans."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hmms, tilting her head. "Well, you sure seem human n every way that counts I suppose, but I dunno." she shrugs. "Ok, so you've promised not to hurt me then...I suppose my tipping point would be the killing thing. As long as you're not killing innocents, then I suppose I have no issue with you. Although I still find you very curious. What you did to me earlier, do you need to do that to survive?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith leans back in his chair, "Survive? no. I've heard of White Courts going years, decades even without feeding. We basically will become human, albeit one with a seemingly insatiable hunger gnawing in our minds. Like being starving, in an all you can eat buffet but not allowed to eat. However starve yourself like that... and you're almost guaranteed to kill when you break the fast. And of course feeding has other benefits."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns. "I see. I guess you probably have your pick of the crop in this place if you want to. But if you do plan to feed, if only to keep your sanity, you should at least ask first. I mean, whatever it was you did to me felt..." she shivers a bit. "Like something good, but like I wasn't in control either."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a little bit, "I never take so much that the person I am with can't resist and pull away. It actually happens quite a bit. I just offer the...temptation." he shrugs, "Maybe sweeten the pot a little, but I never push anyone to do anything they were not at least inclined to do on their own. You however.." he takes a deep breath and a deep exhale. "You are potent. I've fed on bachlorette parties that weren't as strong as you."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks and shrugs, "Well I guess it comes with the territory. I am the Slayer like I said, perhaps you've heard of me? It seems like demons generally find my blood pretty potent. I imagine the same goes for my energy I guess?" her smile fades a bit, "I mean, not like I'd let that happen again, unless you really needed it."

Thomas Raith has posed:
He sighs and takes a long drink, and offers her a bit of a smile. "And you've just pretty much answered your own question haven't you Buffy?" he says leaning back in his chair. "Why don't I straight up tell them? Because the people that would say yes are the crazies. You want ot. Part of you is craving it right now. You know that it's safe for you to indulge it, because if I were to guess your life force would be like trying to eat an entire Thanksgiving spread by myself. Impossible... And yet you'll deny yourself...deny both of us... because you can't let the idea that I am feeding on you pass."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns a bit, shaking her head. "You're wrong. I can control my cravings. It's not like I need those emotions so much as want them. For you however, I think it's more that you need them or you'll eventually go crazy or start killing. That's why I'm offering to give you what you want..But only when you need it. " she sighs, "You might be right, it would harm me less than other people."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"It's not about Control buffy," he says standing and pouring himself another drink. "In fact it's the opposete of that. It's about indulgence. It's about giving up control. And can you honestly say that that sounds so bad? Would it be a mistake? probably... but i can promise you it is a mistake you'd cherish the rest of your life."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns, eyeing the glass warily. "Indulgence, huh. I can't afford indulgences. I have my duties. Indulgences can be distractions." after a moment she rises from her table. "But whatever you call it, I just don't want to see people get hurt. I'm not sure about the long term effects of your..Feeding on people, but I can take it, Soo. My offer still stands."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Now you sound like my little brother." he says shaking his head slightly and sipping his drink. "The thing about duty is that without indulgences every now and then, you burn out. They are like reset buttons for the spirit. Your body needs sleep, your soul needs indulgence." He does however raise his glass to her, "But if /that/ offer is serious, I'll put your number in my emergency file. Crush is the only one other then me with access to it. Not nearly as sexy or fun though."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow. "Oh yeah? Well, I found out the hard way that letting myself indulge in what I wanted and pushing aside my duties led to the love of my life turning into a psycho killer." she shrugs, "But my offer still stands. I think you're a good person, Thomas Raith, even if your..Ability is a little questionable. But maybe I can help you." she pauses by the door incase he had anything more to say before she leaves.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Well if you change your mind and feel the need to blow off some steam, by all means come back. I can promise you'll be very welcome... You will give me your number for that emergency call, won't you?" he asks with a playful tease in his voice...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles, hovering in the door. "Sure..Although I doubt that will happen. Duties and all. Here.." she scribbles her number down. "But if you ever need my help..Here." she hands it to him before slipping out