Beach Party in Miami ! [Closed to Isak, Saileyra, Zell and Thorgron]

[OOC: sorry for cheap ass post, I'll do better ><]

Zell had just gotten out of a meeting with some hot-shot promotions guy in Miami Florida. The man constantly tried to play 'hard to get' on allowing Gene-tech the rights to advertise in the far south state. Zell never needed to worry though, Gene-tech was the world's leader in Genetic research and genetic engineering, the question rather was 'how long do I gotta sit here with this pompus rich guy in order to get him to just give me the pen?'
Zell sat in the limo, looking out at the streets until he saw something that looked interesting. It was a club, a pretty dark one too. Zell tapped on the dark tinted window that seperated him from his driver. The window dropped down and the aged man pulled the limo to the side. He looked back to Zell attentivly. Zell took off his suit coat and began unbuttoning his fancy shirt.
"Hey, Can you pop the trunk for me, I need my normal cloths." Zell asked the man. The man nodded and in a second you could her the trunk unlocking.
"I shall get them for you sir." The older man said.
"No please, I can do it, Thank you, but I 've got it." Zell protested as he stepped out of the car. He shed his suit pants revealing his ripped black jeans and he kicked off his suit shoes to replace them with sneakers. He punt on his white wife-beater and put on his black leather jacket on over it. He placed his clothing in the limo, folded nicely. He did that because he knew if he didn't then someone would, He hated being forced to be recognized as 'The Boss' and even more so when people kept worshiping him. He just wanted to be a normal kid, and with a past (and a dual life) like his then the had rare chances to do it. Tonight looked like one of those nights that he'd finally get to be a kid.
Zell walked up and waited in line like the rest of people, finally getting up to the bouncer, who glared at him. Zell rolled his eyes and handed over his license. Where normally in red it would say UNDER 21 until : Insert date here, it said in blue [Dr.Approved.] and on the back was an explanation of Zell's 'situation' which permitted him into places like this.
Once inside he picked up quickly on the smoke, considering it was like walking into a wall of humididty. The bass was crazy, it was almost like the booming pulsed through his body and messed with his heart beat. Those things aside though, he was happy enough to look around and find that the dancing and strobe lights were flashing on and off, slightly distorting his reaction time. the drinks were being passed around like no tomorrow. Zell didn't break the law often, but when he did...it was to drink. The only question left for Zell was...
"Dancing, or drinking...hhhmmmm?" he hummed to himself soothingly. He smiled at the fact that had he not felt the vibration of his voice box, he'd have no idea if he had actually made any words. [Color=Chartreuse] "Seal first, Dance second."

Thorgron hated traveling. Even more so he hated flying and as he clung to the rails of the Gene-Tech helicopter he could barely stifle back the vomit. Heights freaked him out, the same as water. At least with heights though he would survive, the fall would just suck. If he fell into deep water though, he would sink, dropping like a lead balloon to a watery grave. The thought sickened him and he had to lean out the side of the copter for some fresh air. It leaned slightly to the side as Thorgron's weight shifted inside of it. This was one of the disadvantages of weighing almost a ton. He could no longer ride in conventional vehicles. Though he felt the copter was a little unnecessary, probably Zell's way of getting back at him for trashing his room.

Suddenly the large flying machine stopped moving forward and started to drop. THorgron grabbed to one of the hand rails and closed his eyes. He was afraid that they were gonna crash. But as it gently drifted down he realized that Zell's limo had simply stopped and they were going to drop down and see why. People in the street dashed away as the wind from the helicopter blades swept across the street below. It made him laugh, to see all those people scatter like little ants. He then decided to frighten them a little more and when the copter was about 30 feet from the ground Thorgron closed his eyes and jumped. He heard the pilot yell at him as he dropped through the sky. Not that he cared, there wasn't much the guy could do now.

When he hit, a small crater formed around his feet and the sheep scattered. He nearly doubled over laughing. As much as he hated what had been done to him, Thorgron couldn't help but enjoy what he could do because of it. As he rose from the ground he lightly brushed off his clothes of the dust and rubble. A tight grey t-shirt clung to his rigid muscles. On his legs he wore a pair of tattered jeans held to his waist by a leather belt. And his feet were clad in a pair of boots made specially to support his immense weight. Once he had cleared as much of the dust as he saw appropriate Thorgron made his way to the club which Zell had entered. After his little stunt, the bouncer practically fell over himself to let Thorgron in. Shooting the man a look that said "just try and stop me" he entered the bouncing club. The music from the place beat in his metal veins and he could feel the vibrations coming through the floor. This place was awesome and he intended to take full advantage of it. Instantly he approached the bar and summoned up a waitress. He was only 19 but with his appearance he was rarely carted. "Hey, you wanna get me a couple shots of Seal?" he smirked at the woman. He was looking to get wasted tonight and with his unique biology that would take a LOT of alcohol. The only thing he'd ever even come across that could do it was Seal, a drink that was rumored to have been the favorite of a long forgotten country. Supposedly the King and his Champion would pound the stuff to the wee hours of the morning until they could barely see straight. And if it worked for them it certainly would work for him. "You know what, hell make it four, my friends payin" he remarked at the waitress as he nodded towards Zell.

Zell sat, enjoying himself for the most part. He cursed the fact that the ethereal energy in his blood made him more difficult to intoxicate, but there were many times that he was better off for it. Mostly he just acted drunk, and he was damn good at it. Yeah he might get a nice buzz, but when it came down to it he could operate fully and functionally. Zell looked to his left at the bar and saw a beautiful woman sitting there, ordering something from the bartender. Zell smirked as he observed her. When one is intelligent, one becomes far more perceptive, and it pays off when interacting with others.
She wore a tactful leather jacket; the vibe given off was dangerous and beautiful. Her jeans didn’t help matters at all either. She was definitely a person of interest here. Her eyes had a beautiful reddish hue that captured your attention but said ‘deadly bitch’. Zell couldn’t tell from where he was at if they were contacts or not, but in a crayon box they’d be labeled ‘Magnetic Magenta’. He smirked and turned his head as someone cut of his sight to her. Thorgron had up and moved around to the other side. ’son of a –‘ He thought to himself. He began looking around for an excuse to get up and get a closer look at that woman. There was more reason for Zell going to meet her than simply she was hot (despite the fact that her being hot was a great bonus), Zell took a bit of a professional curiosity. He’d never known of a gene that turned one’s eyes that color. Such a rare ‘mutation’ may prove valuable and could serve to make her a very, VERY wealthy woman. He noticed the bar tender sliding Thorgron a shot of Seal (the strongest stuff legal), and he turned around to make another drink. Vodka, peach schnapps, and cranberry juice is what the man grabbed, Zell assumed it was a fruity drink, which women seemed to like a bit more. The tender was almost done, if he timed it right, he’d be able to pull this off without a problem.
” Thor, I gotta bolt for a minute. In ten seconds I want you to hit the table LIGHTLY, and sent a little vibration to the left. Starting…” Zell began as he stood up and walked away, he looked back and mouthed the words ‘Now’ to his friend. Zell went behind a bit and came up like he was straight from the door. He began to approach the bar and the bartender tried to slide a ‘Sex on the Beach’ to the beautiful woman. Thorgron’s ‘little’ vibration on the bar made perfect timing, and the drink was about to splash all over her. Zell had already taken off his jacket and he dashed forward to catch the glass in his jacket and keep the drink from spilling on the woman. He looked at her and in a split second he knew that this woman may not have appreciated his save. He looked away sheepishly as if he hadn’t meant to do it, and cleared his throat. ”Sorry, I know you probably wouldda got it but it’s reflexes.” Zell said. This way he would likely make the woman think he’d just acted in reflex and not thought of what he’d done. That would leave a little leeway if she would have misconstrued his actions. He cleared his throat and sat nearby and cleared his throat. Zell could fool nearly ANYBODY, and hopefully it wouldn’t fail him now. He looked at the bartender. “Bartender, can you get her another. I messed up, I’ll take the charge. My mistake, least I can do.” He said. He didn’t know if his face would give him away, being Gene-Tech’s poster child and all, but hopefully he could simply get a decent conversation if nothing else form her. She seemed far more intelligent than most anyway.
Zell noted a little look from the woman, although he wasn’t sure if it was his paranoia, or real…but it looked like she caught on to his plan. Either way it hopefully didn’t make her suspicious of him.

LIGHTLY. Sounded simple enough and it was no issue. Zell was already paying for his shots, all four already gone, why not give him some help picking up the girl across the bar. Watching for Zell's cue Thorgron slammed his fist on the bar, sending a shock wave deep into the foundation and momentarily shaking the bar. FOr a moment the lights and sound cut out then rebooted. And when he looked back down to where his fist had collided with the bar, he found large cracks shooting off from a crater slight crater created from the force. He had hit the bar "LIGHTLY" evidently just no lightly enough. People throughout the club had now turned and were staring at him, he could feel it. He was fine in a crowd but all that attention made him uncomfortable. Angry eyes burnt holes in his back. They were everywhere, staring, judging. Thorgron started to feel dizzy, hazy. Flashes from his past in the labs strobed across his vision. Quickly he raised a hand and once again hailed one of the bar tenders. "6 shots of Seal please, hurry." This last bit he barked out. His voice booming at the woman. he didn't mean any harm to her or any of the people in the club for that matter. All he had wanted was to relax and forget about the hell that his life was. Hopefully a few more shots of Seal would pound out the suffering in his head.

"I wouldn't do that..." Zell said to the strange man with red eyes. Well this was a fuckin feild day for him. Two people with reddish hue's to their eyes. The man glared at him. Zell smirked, if the idiot really intended to start a fight here it would be pointless. "He's kill you before you could cry wolf." Zell added very matter of factly. He looked at the beautiful woman and smiled cheerily. He figured he might want to tell her not to try anything with the desert eagle he spotted. At this time he was thankful to God he had such a keen mind. "That gun in your jacket isn't as well concealed as you think, try filling up your pockets with other 'accessories' it'll keep the layout even a bit more. Couldn't even scratch him though. Zell added. He smirked and shook his head.
'don;' get yerself tah end up deahd' Niall chided.
' shut up and analyze her biosig. I don't want any shit to go down tonight. If I end up with a gangsta bitch from the bar the media will be on it like vultures.' He nodded and watched as the bartender came back with another sex on the beach for the lady. Zell looked at the guy and then to the bartender.
"Hey, grab a GLASS of the Seal mix for him and I." Zell said motioning at the man with red eyes. Zell had a double reason for this. One the drink seal was some of the strongest stuff around, and one shot could knock a hardcore drinker down on his ass. He figured he'd get the dead-weight wasted so he could have a civil conversation with the pretty lady without big brother's stare. He looked to them both as the Bartender returened with the two glasses. "Name's Zell." he said as he extended his hand to the woman. He didn't want to risk over-doing it in the club setting, bit if he could gt a hand shake Naill could analyze her biosignature and match it with criminal records. So long as she isn't wanted for an 'unneeded' murder, she'd be alright in his book

Oh come on! All Thorgron wanted to do was drink. Was that such a crime? Well, technically it was but who cared! As long as the bar tender didn't ask he'd be fine. But of course this red eyed idiot had to go bothering him after he broke the bar. He was not in the mood, not at all and if this guy wanted to start a fight Thorgron was gonna pound his suffering out in his face instead of in shots. "Leave it be dude, you really don't want to mess with me tonight" he grunted over at the antagonizing man. He never looked over at him though. His eyes were fixated on the shots which were coming his direction. Sweet Seal, he thought to himself as the shots were placed in front of him. One, two , three were downed within a few seconds. Still nothing, barely even a buzz. Man maybe they were watering this stuff down because it was just NOT working tonight. Deciding that maybe getting the blood flowing would help, Thorgron stood from the bar and approached the red eyed man. On his way over, he bumped solidly into a man in a vest. Turning to the man he raised an eyebrow angrily then continued towards his target. Downing the last shot about a foot from the man he spoke. "You wanna go bud? I could go for a little brawl." He was grinning from ear to ear now as he cracked his knuckles. A good old fashioned bar fight, THAT should help liven tonight up!

"THORGRON!" Zell snapped as he looked over his shoulder back at his friend. He looked back to Sai and began to rub the bridge of his nose. "Look, th ebottom line is that I can tell by the way you're observing your surroundings and the sheer fact that you managed to figure any of this out proves that you are brighter than your average bear. I don't exactly fit in with most normal people, so I find people, or whatever you are in this case, and I try to actually have a decent conversation. Now as far as the 'Why' go through this, because very rarely are women both smart and pretty. I'm not flirting, it's just an observation." Zell said, obviously feeling stressed from the seemingly unavoidble fight between the two. Suddenly Zell let out a groan. "Oh-NO!" Zell whined quietly. Seconds later a three foot black feathered friend walked in through the crowd. No one really seemed to notice the bird as it walked up, strutting it's stuff. The three and a half foot tall raven flapped its wings and stood up on the bar. It looked to Zell and blinked.
"Raaaeh. Area. Safe." Lourishna said to Zell. The bartended almost pissed himself on the spot seeing a three and a half foot talking Raven. Zell noddeed at him and smiled nervously at Sai. This was only going to make things worse. Lourishna then began nuzzling up against Zell and began looking around at those seated at the bar.
"Uh, Polly want a cracker?" The bar tender asked, almsot as if he had nothing else to saw. Lourishna hopped to face the barkeep and tiled it's head like a psycopath and swiftly reached out and swiped the glass from the barkeeps hand. Lourishna set it down and let out it's little crow call.
"Polly want to kick your ass." Lourishna said. Zell rolled his eyes, The only time He could get Lourishna to speak a full sentence was when he was angry. He really needed new friends as it seemed all of his current ones wanted to fight. "Port wine. Red." The raven demanded. The barkeep didn't hesitate. Zell looked back at Sailerya and sighed.
"I love a good fight as much as the next guy, but now do you see why i'm so desperate to have a half intelligent conversation?" Zell askked her wiht a small smirk. Lourishna took the wine bottle in hand dropped on his back and began chugging ther entire bottle. He only broke his drinking after he heard Zell say that, and he looked at him.
"What's. that mean. Punk?" he crowed.