Lorenzo
"Ahh, talk about a sight for sore eyes. I could do this forever..." A wolfish grin as wide and white as the moon beamed as an unfamiliar presence walked the Nexus streets. A coat fluttered behind his back, only matched by the movements of his hair brushing against the wind.
The pirate always appreciated the city's nightlife, but being able to feel it was totally different. The cool breeze brushing over his chest, the bright lights making his hair stand, the music sending shivers down his spine. It was more than he could ask. But this wasn't nearly enough, he wanted to take more of this feeling. This city called to him, who was he not to answer?
Two hands pushed open a bar's doors dramatically, glancing all around the brightly colored neon, smelling the alcohol and glancing at the beautiful women. Her walk was as sleazy as it got, but there was a certain air of authority to it. More importantly, her eyes carried a fierce commanding quality that brought others to turn their heads.
Actually, perhaps it was the lack of a shirt, and the fact she was just wearing a coat. And pants.
A bright door caught his attention more than anything else. Perhaps it was just his old pirate hunch, but his gut and instinct told him there might be something good to snatch behind that door. He scratched his chin and thought aloud with a grin. "Ho? VIP huh... I guess that'd be me."
With that, he walked up the stairs carelessly, hands in his pant's pocket while the coat fluttered behind his body like a cape, revealing his body for all to see. For a moment, he turned to look at everyone downstairs, dumbfounded as they were. He stared at them blankly before speaking up in a pouting tone. "Oi, quit ogling already. It's embarrassing."
And so they did, because the next thing they knew he already entered the door, only to be met with a much... nicer atmosphere. Not that everything else wasn't nice in its own right, but he could see why this room was special. The decor was something he would've never even imagined, it was almost like some sort of throne room. A castle to drinks eh? He could get behind that.
And of course, every throne room needed its queen. What truly caught his attention was the girl sitting all by herself. To put it bluntly, she was gorgeous, the sort of beauty you'd hear songs about. To that, he could only respond by snatching the bottle on the table and unscrewing the tap with his teeth, only to drink a greedy gulp in one go.
"Pwaah, and look at that." He grinned with bottle in hand before sitting on the couch opposite to the woman, resting his feet right on the table before slouching. Damn, he didn't think shoulders could feel so stiff, or at least he didn't remember. All the more reason to just relax and let the throne do its thing for the king. "Jeez, what a day..." He muttered to himself for a second there while looking up.
