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Caylix fixed his poofy sleeves as he walked down the stairs, adjusting his look. He ran his fingernails through his bangs and long tuffs so that they wouldn't seem that tangled to him. Even though his hair is...fine. But he likes to think that something is wrong with it all the time. He tilted his head up, noticing that there is a visitor, he then nodded to himself. It seemed a bit early, but he could be wrong. He walked towards the stage, pulling himself up easily. Heading towards his set, he set the volume on the club speakers to an extreme low, just so if people walk in, it wont be dead silent. He pushed the play button to a recorded session. The music was deep but quiet. It would send a kind of 'vibration' to the body. Caylix smiled to himself for a few seconds. He turned his head, looking back towards the entrance. His pointed ears flickered, only wanting to hear little of the conversation.

Remi looked down at his shoes, poorly maintained, regrettably. He would be careful of that from now on. He twitched a bit as an intoxicating scent--a familiar one at that--strode towards him. He loosened a bit, as Meniscus' voice came close within the perimeter of his presence. Taken aback a bit at the not-so-sudden, but surprising melody. "No need, sir." Remi said, looking up a bit to his caretaker. It would be unreasonable to say that Remi stayed here because he felt indebted to the Owner, but you wouldn't really be wrong either. He felt a sort of "pet" vibe from the attitude that Meniscus held around him, but Remi didn't really take offense, because in a sense, he was a sort of pet to the club. He did what he was told to do, was fed and clothed, and of his own accord ran errands to help the daily lives of the actual workers. He didn't mind--he had nothing to lose, since his sense of pride was miniscule and ungrowing. He could sense Meniscus wanted him to move, so he made his way towards the dance floor, to get approval of entrance to a certain DJ's room.

Remi made his way towards the dance room, poking in to face Caylix, adjusting the milk so he would be ready to wait until the DJ finished adjusting the little buttons that Remi knew he could never really figure out. To Remi's surprise, Caylix was looking right at him as he entered the room, almost as if he was waiting, ears perked and all. This surprised Remi, and he sort of twitched as he got taken aback by the surprise. He readjusted the milk so it wouldn't slip, and looked sort of down to the side, the little elf wasn't really sure what his relationship with this peculiar DJ was, and this made the elf a tad uncomfortable with eye contact.

"Milk." Remi pointed out obviously, loud enough for the DJ to hear over the music. He didn't say anything else, waiting for the other man's reply. His face looked expressionless, but one could tell he was uncomfortable, what with the no eye contact and the lack of words. To others, he didn't seem nervous at all, but that was a downside Remi did not like about himself--he could not express himself very much.

/// A few usual customers walked in [all vampire] All making themselves welcome, of these few was Elijah///

Dressed in his favorite white blazer and trousers he confidently strut his was over to the bar, where he saw a not so familiar face. Being the lecture that he is he took it upon himself to welcome the fresh meat. His lustrous crimson eyes set upon his prey, hoping to draw attention. Unfortunately he was very impatient so he couldn't wait to be discovered. He interjected himself, interrupting Duncan. "My oh my, who might you be?", he spoke and elbow on the counter, his long fingers resting upon his chin. A single eyebrow lifted as his perfect bleached teeth then exposed. His eyes shifted over to Duncan for a moment, "I'll have the usual and put his on my tab~"

he heard a little rustle--or rather, a creak, and the reply to his...one word. He nodded, turned around, and started for the stairs. Though it was only a few--the recognized but indiscriminate scents seemed to blanket around Remi--more customers started to enter. As the slight warmth of the heavy aura these vampires--and a few other species-- flooded Remi's presence, and made him really feel he was there, regardless of the missing memories. Everyone here had come to taste the pulsating world that Meniscus had created, and Remi was there to see it all happen, night after night, something was born from the musical notes, laughter, lust, secrets, and so on. It was an overwhelming world that kept Remi within the sand of time--in the gift of today, the present.

Remi was lost in his thoughts when he had reached the DJ's room. He trashed the empty milk carton, as he turned around, to get the replacement, the sudden change of weight in the bag in his arms threw him off--since he was still lost in his thoughts--and sort of kicked the fridge door closed. He fell, and tumbled into a stack of magazines beside the bed. He managed to keep the jug of milk up, so as not to put any MORE damage to the magazines. Cautious, with a slight pain on the back of his head, Remi sat up, picking a stray magazine off his head, only to find a...revealing picture of a very attractive person. Remi felt himself blush as he fumbled with the magazines, stacking them up carefully, flustered.

I've done it now... Remi could only think to himself, as he rushed out of the room. Going down to the bar, he placed the jug of milk on the counter looking down, still blushing slightly.

"For Meniscus." Remi managed to tell Duncan, without stuttering, quietly. He walked to the edge of the DJ pit(Remi still didn't know what it was called), peeking up, still blushing--"D-done.." Remi said loud so the DJ could hear.