Shall we call it a night of pleasure?

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Informations regarding the topic:

Time + Date: Around Midnight + December 12th 2020
Place + Surroundings: At Venus Lovestruck + Lots of people having fun

Clothes: Black shirt, beige pants and boots Link
- Other: Is 1,83 meters tall + beta werewolf + Has multiple tattoos + British accent + Mutliple rings on both fingers
- Powers: Evolve Werewolf Form + Power immunity

Topic dedicated to: @Mason Lewis

It wasn't unusual for them to drop by this particulary bar, and at this point their was almost one of the usual ones for the bartenders. By this time of the night, they were sitting up by the bar, with their back against the disk, while they had a drink in their hand. They were rather bored, wanting at least someone interesting to show up, so that it might end up in a night of pleasures, or that at least an interesting conversation could come up. Though so far, it had not been a great night, no one of real interest had come in, and while some may have found them to be at least pretty, Paris had not felt the same way. A sigh even left their lips, usually they didn't care about talking to stranger, actually if they could have chosen it would have been the oposite in every situation, however, this was different, now they actually kinda wanted some kind of connection, or at least just on lasting the night.
They emptied the drink, running a hand through the curly brown hair, as their gaze lingered around on the people at the bar, before then leaning back against the bar once again. Their chest slightly exposed from the opening at the top of the shirt, revealing a bit of the many tattoos on the body of the young werewolf.

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Outfit + Some Black boots

After spending too many hours running after a kid that Mason did not even know, he had suddenly ended up in front of the glorious gay bar. Raise your breath a little, for the boy had run too fast for a man like him to keep up. Although the kid was probably human too, it had been hard to keep up. "Boys nowadays..."he said exhausted as he stood bent forward, with both hands placed on his thighs. Wearing a white tank top, a pair of brown trousers, he already regretted that he had not put on a coat or jacket. It was cold and Mason lifted his gaze so he looked at the sign for the gay bar. Without hesitation, he straightened up to enter the bar. The blue eyes skimmed the many people who clearly seemed to be having a good time. The course put Mason directly towards the bar, for he should have something to drink after a run after the kid. He knew no one in here, he was sure. But as he approached the bar, he quickly spotted a quite handsome man. Mason did not know him either, but the man looked quite good.

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They had ordered a new drink, just as the stranger came inside and quickly their gaze lingered on this small-framed man, and they would be lying if they didn't admit that at least this man was beautiful. Their gaze, however, did not reveal what thoughts had lingered on their mind, it was only when the man came up to the bar and placed themself close by, that Paris turned his face to take a closer look at this unknown man. The fact that their eyes then met, only seemed to make them smirk a bit. The dark eyes ran up and down the other man as if taking in all that they could of his beauty, before then making some kind of expression, as if asking the stranger if he wanted to join in.

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The eye contact with this handsome man made Mason smile a little cheekily as his blue eyes rested on the man. A quick elevator glance was clearly given to this man by his side at the bar. Mason did not know if there were other handsome men in here, but he was not thinking about it right now either. He laid his head at an angle as he buried a hand in his trouser pocket. Gave a nod of the head to the sign he got from the man. There was far too good a mood in here, that he had at all intended to be alone "So what name fits the handsome man by my side" he asked curiously and interestedly, while his gaze rested on the man. Who this man was, he did not know but it was certainly something Mason had intended to find out, no matter what.

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As the man suddenly came towards him, it could be a sign of a better night, than what was originally believed to be happening "Paris, my name is Paris," for once it wasn't some snarky comment, but rather just them being potentially a bit charming? They did straighten themselves up, looking directly at this handsome man "and what are you called?" They asked, with a silky smooth voice, while their mind was lead towards all kinds of idea's as to what they could be doing, one could even say this might end up in a night of pleasure, but who knew if that was to be in the cards "Want something to drink?" another question came from them, as their eyes admired the beauty of the other man.

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His gaze rested on the person, for it was difficult to look away. Even if he himself insisted on looking, he did not. There was something about this man that had captured Mason's curiosity "What a beautiful name for a beautiful person" he replied with a cheeky smile, after which he winked at the man. He gave an affirmative nod with his head as a sign that he wanted something to drink. He sat relaxed and let his gaze slide down over the person for a moment "Mason, unless something is as fancy as that name" he said followed by a small laugh, after which he for a moment leaned slightly towards the person "So Paris, what offers or do you suggest of drinks "he asked a little seductively and curiously with a wide smile on his face.

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