Thrax

|Downtown Forehead| |The Zit: 2:20pm|

Thrax had it all! He was feared, respected, and had little helpers helping him work out killing Frank, but damn was it WORK! But as long as he hits that 42 hour mark is all that mattered... Though he was needing a little more help to fulfill his plan, so The Zit was where he needed to go; the night club filled with nasty critters and creatures, it was the perfect breeding ground for his big idea He was let in with no trouble and when walking in all he got was stares and looks as if he was some exotic zoo animal, but that didn't bother him one bit- it fueled him and his pride grew even bigger as he displays a smug little smirk on his face He puts on his shades with a smooth glide of his wrist as he walked towards the bar... A drink sounded real nice, just what he needed in this moment and he never thought sitting in front of some bar counter with alcohol stains would be the moment he felt at ease, but it would have to do. "Yo, a bit of rum over 'ere... Keep it smooth." a quick easy demand he gave towards the bartender while he rested his chin in the cracks of his sharp taloned fingers as one of them lightly taps the edge of his lips, his eyes slightly narrowed as he watched the bartender prepare his drink. A small glint in his bright yellow eyes came as a shot glass slid across the counter, peering in front of him. He slide his fingers through his purple tendrals/locks and straightens up his posture before pinching the glass and gulping down the crisp drink in one sip, setting it down on the counter then ordering another He couldn't help, but notice the flashing blinding lights, the loud rupturing music, and crowded groups of people... What else could he expect from a club really, but while he looked out doing some simple bacteria watching he notices somebody flickering off the bright beams of photon They were dancing as if it was their last day in Frank, hands pumping in the air, hips shaking and thrusting side to side... Damn he couldn't help himself, but gaze at such... Eye candy. He continued to stare and watch, biting his lip with his crooked teeth as he lightly tapped his chin while his gaze glazed over their curves, the way they move their body... Nothing went unseen by him Eventually he gets up, striding and pushing his way through the crowd that would then just part itself for him, stalking up behind him as if he's about to pounce on his prey, but he has more class than that Thrax pinches his fingers between his shades and stuffs them in the pocket of his coat before slowly slipping his hands on the side of their hips, his grip secure, but not too tight to where it was painful... Just enough to make his presence known He moves his head down to their ear and whispers "You seem to be havin' a fine time here baby... Mind some company, hm?"