Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26157988-20150306045943

Friday night at the nightclub Delirium is bustling, the same as every week. The music is loud, the drinks are dirty, and the dancing is dirtier. Everyone is enjoying themselves as the DJ spins his melodies.

Basil is relaxing in a large velvet couch with two women who he, for the moment, can't remember who they were. They'll probably remind me of their names later, he thinks as he takes a sip of his drink, laughing at no particulat thing at all. Setting his glass down, he notices 10 men enter the through the main door, all wearing leather jackets with ice blue fur lining. Basil's smile soon drops as he recognizes a distinct icicle patch on one of the jackets. ''Snow Drifters. Great.''

"Excuse me, dolls," he says to the two women, standing up from his plush seat with a fake smile. "I have a few matters to attend to. I'm sure we will see each other again another night." As he turns away from his guests, his jovial facade drops as he storms into the employees-only corridor. 