~~Jack~~
Everyone was happy. Too happy. Alarm bells kept going off in his head, like the scene in a movie that sets up how happy everyone is, before shit goes down.
But nothing bad happened. He thought maybe Clara and Harcourt showing up would be the trigger of something bad. But nope, they were drunk, and happy, and it only took a few minutes before Clara had her tits out, and was working on getting blackout drunk. He doubted she could get that drunk, being Uratha and all, but either way, she laughed -- hell, giggled -- and even bounced around a little, showing off how hot she was as she got drunker by the second.
Jack didn't know shit about alcohol, but every time someone shot the scotch, Eric frowned.
Clara wasn't a sad drunk, evidently. Happy drunk. Genuinely happy. There were a lot of smiles going around. Well, the war was over, and as much as it sucked that Azamel was dead, she left the city in a pretty good place, all things considered. The monsters had Sándor to protect them, and that dude was ridiculously strong. And now, everyone was cooperating on the weird tears problem. Was it so wrong to just enjoy the night?
He really should have been, but he was struggling for some reason. He shouldn't have been, with two enormous sets of breasts around him from Antoinette and Elaine. Fiona and Natasha were both getting fondled, and loving it, and they were damn attractive, too. The room smelled of life, of desire, and his Kindred nose eventually blocked out the smell of the club to focus on everything around him with a pulse. The drunker and happier they were, the more his Beast told him to indulge in their pleasure, and feast on them.
It wasn't just him. All the vampires in the room were getting drunk on hunger. Damien was two seconds away from drinking Fiona. Natasha was two seconds away from turning around and drinking Arturo and Matthew. Jessy was going to jump Eric any moment. Even the stone cold sheriff made a few glances Athalia's way every so often, sometimes at her breasts, sometimes at her neck.
But, like walking with a grain of sand in the shoe, Jack couldn't forget the old woman. He tried to not think about Azamel, he really did. But every so often, as he chuckled and laughed with the group of dumbasses, his mind went back there. No matter how much the seven topless women distracted him with their gorgeous bodies, and they were fucking gorgeous, Azamel's final words crept up into his mind.
No wonder depressed people started drinking. There was one thing alcohol was really good at, and that was turning you into a moron where your brain jumped on impulse thoughts, instead of spiraling down neurotic thoughts; usually. And considering where Jack's neurotic thoughts were taking him, he wanted to get drunk and leave them behind. He wanted to get fucking shit-faced, and forget all the crap his own damn brain refused to drop.
All those times he thought people were being stupid because they refused to face their problems, and drank themselves into a hole instead. Now all he wanted to do was stop tearing himself up inside for five fucking minutes. Alcohol would be perfect. Christ, that was painfully humbling.
It hurt for a few minutes, seeing Clara so happy with another man. A small part of him still wanted to have her to himself, a slave to his blood, someone to drink and fuck whenever he wanted. Someone for Antoinette to fuck whenever she wanted. The Ventrue in him, wanting to legit build a harem.
They traded glances a couple times, and each time she offered him an olive branch smile. She really was happy. Maybe Harcourt had listened to Jack. Plus there was the fact she had her beautiful breasts out, and was apparently the sort of girl to get horny, and giggly, when drunk. Harcourt eventually put his hands over her breasts, covering them, but after a few seconds of the two of them chuckling, he lowered them again, and continued to hug her from behind as the two of them stepped close enough to touch the table with their thighs.
"I gotta admit," Harcourt said as he leaned forward, and set his chin on Clara's shoulder, arms wrapping her stomach, her breasts sitting on his forearms, "I'm really liking Dolareido."
"Wonderful," Antoinette said. "If I can convince hunters that I have worked hard to keep my city a safe place for humans, then other hunters will know to leave us be."
"I mean, I can tell them, but a lot of us don't exactly talk to each other. The shit Jeremiah set up was pretty unique. I know there are some organizations and shit, but getting into them is more a 'who you know' sorta situation."
"Regardless, it is a step in the correct direction."
Clara nodded, and took another sip. "Everyone getting drunk -- vampires excluded -- in Bloodlust and showing off their tits is kinda weird. At least I kinda thought, right? But Brianna is right over there, getting Kissed and fucked by Derick and Santos, at the same time." With a giggling sigh, she shrugged and took another sip as she waved a shaky hand toward another booth. "I bet that's fun."
"What's fun?" Fiona asked.
"Getting drank by a vamp."
"Aye, it is! Very!" Fiona raised her hands, leaving her drink behind as she leaned back and rubbed her back against Damien. "Show them!"
"Uh, maybe we should--"
"Aw come on!"
"Fiona my dear," Antoinette said. "I am all for sharing our delights publicly, but not all at once. Tease out the pleasure over time."
Fiona stared at Antoinette like she just said something prophetic and profound.
"Aye, I get ye."
With a playful smile, Antoinette looked down at Jack, and he tried to perk up in time, but she caught his sad expression. Damn.
"Clara my dear," Antoinette said, showing Jack one of her patented evil smiles before she flipped it innocent, and looked to the werewolf. "You want to experience the Kiss?"
"What? I was joking. And uh, aren't you a Daeva? Don't you stick to drinking your ghouls?"
"Daeva do indeed. But Elaine here, she has been dying for a taste of a werewolf."
"Oh yes indeed." Elaine leaned forward, and she made damn sure to show off her breasts as she did. "Jessy here refuses. Natasha refuses. But you." The elder grinned at Clara and Harcourt. "You are quite drunk."
"I am drunk," Clara said, eying Elaine like it was some sort of poker game that she really sucked at. "But, that doesn't mean I'm going to let some random vampire drink me."
"I will make it worth your while." With a chuckle, Elaine slid over Jack's lap, and then Antoinette's; large booths, built specifically for romantic activities. Out of the booth, she made no effort to cover her huge breasts, letting them hang and jiggle as she slid off Antoinette's lap before standing up. She came right up to Clara too, until only a foot was between them.
