~Where's the Party at ?!?!~ (Pythor)

Another day, another party. That was Kaiser Fray’s life; parties, chicks, guys, and murder. The last one sounded pretty dramatic considering his careless attitude, but that wasn’t his style. He was casual until nightfall, when he would prowl the streets with his twin in search of delicious skin and bone to carve up like a sculptor’s masterpiece. He would gag his victims, rough them up with his iron knuckles, sculpt their flesh into strips of dripping meat to expose forbidden bone as they screamed for mercy or for an end, then bathe in the corpse’s blood like a damn madman because hell, he might as well be one, as twisted as he was between the ears. Tonight was an exception, though. Tonight was ecstasy night, when the sadist would lie dormant (for the most part. He was still pretty cruel even without his blades) and the animal of carnal desire would emerge. He didn’t know whose house party he was crashing, he just knew that the alcohol was free and the music was invigorating. Just the way he liked it.

The evening was young and the moon was rising but it seemed this herd of animals was already intoxicated beyond belief and too incapacitated to function. The girls were grinding their dignity away, swaying their curves to the uneven thumps of the bass and gulping glasses of alcohol between every heartbeat, and the men were drinking it all up like desperate, hungry cavemen with nothing else to live for. Kaiser rolled his eyes and observed from a distance – yeah, he liked to drown himself in alcohol and lure the ladies too, but this early? He would rather keep some of his wits about him before he plunged into an ecstatic abyss, especially with idiots like these people prancing around. He shrugged and sipped his alcohol patiently, fortunate that he was at least able to enjoy everyone’s humiliation for his own entertainment while he lurked in the corner minding his own business.

His brain was fuzzing up from the meager effects of his last few drinks, but he wasn’t quite ready to abandon his post just yet. It wasn’t entirely necessary as it turned out, because somebody was now approaching him under their own will. Smirking at him, actually, and it was difficult not to imagine what type of delicious impurities might be brewing in the stranger’s brain. He rambled at Kaiser, asking questions and adding compliments before spewing an actual introduction. Thank goodness he was able to spit it out before Kaiser was obligated to execute the task himself. The guy was a bit tipsy, by the looks of it, but he thought Kaiser was handsome. That was good enough for him (though it was pretty evident that he was handsome no matter what anybody said).

”Player? Nah, that’s my brother Kellan. He’s probably screwed over half the chicks at this party already,” he said with a smirk, downing the rest of his beverage in one head-tilt. It was true, that was his brother’s reputation – he wasn’t exaggerating, either. It legitimately wouldn’t surprise him if Kellan had fucked half of the girls at this party at one point in time. Kaiser liked sex too (who didn’t? Prudes, that’s who), but Kellan was just plain addicted. It was amusing, but also kind of pathetic. ”I’m Kaiser Fray. I wouldn’t really call myself ‘friendly’ but yeah, we can talk.” He tossed his empty cup toward the nearest garbage can – and missed – then crossed his arms and angled himself toward Neil. He didn’t like the name; it was too bland for his tastes, but the guy’s face sure wasn’t. His body could use a bit of work (can’t blame him, though. Not many have the honor of being as chiseled as Kaiser), since was a bit scrawny, but Kaiser wasn’t much of a whiner when it came to sharing company.