A man with charm is a very dangerous thing

TAG: @Samael  
TIME: Friday the 9th of April, 01.18 AM.
WEATHER: A little windy with intermittent rain, 4°C.
PLACE: Aston, one of the penthouse apartments.
SURROUNDINGS: Private party that has been going on since 18.00 AM. The place is filled with people age 19-36 appearance-wise, but not in any way crowded, some dance while others talks. Large amounts of alcohol and hors d’oeuvres are freely accessible for the guests, music is playing almost all over the apartment through hidden speakers.
ATTIRE: White V-neck sling tight-fitting irregular dress link, red lace up stilettos with pointed toe and 10 cm heel link (makes her 186 cm), daylight ring on right hands ringfinger link, golden asymmetric snake earrings link, loose wavy hair pulled back with bobbypins link, makeup bold red lip end winged eyeliner link.
OTHER: Fleur has the passive ability to detect lies if she can see the person who is lying, and the other isn't convinced that they're telling the truth.


It had been around an hour or an hour and a half since Fleur arrived at the two-floor penthouse apartment, where a party had been going for hours now. She didn't know a single soul here, only the young male who had invited her when they meet at one of the clubs downtown. His name was already forgotten as he seemed to have disappeared into the crowd, who was either under the influence of alcohol or drugs, some even a dangerous cocktail of both. Not that it mattered anyway, he might have been a pretty face but halfway on their way to the party, it had been clear for the redheaded vampire, that he wasn't really anything more than just that.

Fleur had never been afraid of making a strong presence of herself. With flaming, fiery red hair it was impossible to hide in even the biggest of crowds. But this night it wasn't just the ginger hair alone that made her stick out from the flock. She was the only one dressed in white as if she was a peaking light in a sea of dark water.
Standing halfway up the staircase with the glass railing, she stood with a glass of champagne in one hand, letting the aquamarine eyes glaze over the festive crowd when a dark male voice spoke behind her "I can't seem to recall ever to have seen you here before?" making Fleur turning towards the owner of the spoken words. “Because you remember every person to ever step foot through the doors?” she replied with smooth confidence and an accommodating smile before shortly looking back towards the festivities. The laughter was no way near mocking as the blond man took another step closer to her, down the stairs "No, only those worth remembering." he answered with a smirk meeting her gaze with his own pitch-black gaze. Reaching out to letting his fingertips playfully touching the red curls, having Fleur leaning black from the hand “I'm flattered... But you would've to do a lot better than that...?” - "Clyde." he presented himself in the shot pause she had provided between the first sentence and the following “Clyde. I'm sure a lot of pretty little birds fall for your dark mysterious eyes and sweet deep voice, but sadly for you, I'm not drunk enough to be that shallow.” she steeped a little closer towards whom she guessed was the host of the party. Locking eyes with him while placing her free hand against his chest “And even if I was drunk enough, I would rather fuck someone with brain capacity bigger than their ego.” she tapped softly three times on the chest with a wink, before truing around to head down the stairs, without looking back at Clyde's baffled expression.