Mostly reserved, but PM if you want to join and have an idea.Music Link:Apep rarely felt pride. It was as useless as love, and only sought to blind men to their own weaknesses. He detested the arrogant, the overly confident, the smug. He could play that part, and often did, but truthfully he was as wary of men as he was good at taking their souls and money. However, today, he felt a surge of accomplishment and growth. Ironically, his normally talkative mouth had remained closed. There was a contentedness in his body that was rarely seen by the few who interacted with him. He was happy.
"We're making it Butler," he said candidly, looking at his fellow gang member with a rare display of respect. Apep returned his brown eyes to the club's interior. Most of the decor was Butler's doing. The dude had a rare mix of elegance and brutishness. He was the sort of thug one could actually hold a conversation with, and the repressed violence beneath the dandy made for an interesting treat. Apep hadn't quite figured out how to push Butler's buttons, but he couldn't help but notice how Butler stared at him sometimes.
The club was about to open soon, and they had almost everything they needed. They'd decided on a proper big band for the first night, to really sell the ida of the speakeasy. Butler had planned out the back of house, the bar, the food, and of course, the overall look of the event. Apep had insisted he take the lead on booking the entertainment. He had a better ear than Butler did, and Apep knew it was wise to have an active role in the club's running. It provided him with leverage.
The two serpents were holding auditions, and so far Apep had booked only two acts. The first was a three legged demon who could tap dance. The shock humor of it delighted Apep, and the moves were actually good. It was grotesque, exploitative and sad.
Perfect, Apep thought, marking down the performer's name. The other act was the actual big band, a series of demons of various backgrounds who just liked to swing. The gig was a dream for them. McCloud's place didn't book swing, leaving only Echelon to book them. Now Apep wanted a host. They needed an MC who could charm the crowd, and possibly convince them to head to the VIP area.
"Next guy just say's his name is Johnny," the assistant said. Apep shrugged. "Show him in," the demon hissed out, throwing his arms behind his head. A cigarette smoldered in an ash tray next to him as he waited for the next poor shmuck to dance his little dance.