"Dangerous"
~David Guetta (feat. Sam Martin)
https://youtu.be/FsfrsLxt0l8
Song playing in the lobby of Shadowdown
You take me down Spin me around You got me running all the lights Don't make a sound Talk to me now Let me inside your mind
I don't know what you're thinking sugar But I just got that feeling sugar I can hear the sirens burning Red lights turning I can't turn back now So hold on tight
I don't know where the lights are taking us But something in the night is dangerous And nothing's holding back the two of us Baby this is getting serious Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Dangerous
Start of this vignette found here: http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php"p=221294#221294
The exterior of the building was elegant, having been recently renovated. They had kept the quaint charm of the location, just made it look all shiny and new. Pushing through the elegant framed glass door Dominick stepped into the cool air. It was a welcoming sensation after oppressive warmth of the evening, and the lingering heat of the day.
For the most part the place was eerily quiet. A few walking through or waiting on an elevator. Off to the side he spotted that crazy white haired girl. He had to do a double take as it looked as if she was hanging out with a wrath demon. One, if Dominick's ears were correct, who was playing Candy Crush on his cell. It was a rather odd thing to witness. Then again, it was entirely possible that the weird girl was singing or humming. She did that a lot around the house and at the strangest times no less.
Around him was a case of understated elegance. Sleek and clean but with tones designed to welcome its special clientele. From the curtains, to the couches and tables it was all about comfort. Even the various receptionists were selected for their cool, professional manner. Basically your standard ice queen type that could smile even in the face of the worst possible client tantrum. Those like him need not apply for such a position. His response to anyone screaming in his face was to flat out deck them into the dirt. Which was why he was hired to be a messenger, obviously.
Speaking of the receptionist, he stopped at the desk, leaning there and waited for the frosty little blond to look up. He waited, and waited some more and right about the time his patience was starting to wear thin, she looked up at him and gave that plastic little smile. "May I help you, young man' Are you lost?" Her cold blue eyes flicking down over the bloody and torn clothing and ripped jeans. The scent of Guinness likely still lingering upon his person.
His smile was tight, a mere baring of teeth actually but he remained surprisingly calm. "Yes ma"am, I could use some help." He used "ma"am' because it was polite and, having learned some time ago, that woman generally hated to be called that when they were considered still young and available. It had the desired effect as she blinked at him with a sudden tightening of her lips. "I would like to see my grandmother, Lyllianne." He had the satisfaction of seeing the woman turn a lovely pale shade of embarrassment. "She is expecting me."
She reached for the phone and after a very brief and hard to hear conversation with the lady he sought, she was waving him off. "She will see you now." No 'sir" or "young man' now eh' Yeah, well Domi knew he didn't quite fit the veneer of the place. However, he had been wearing clean and presentable clothing when he left earlier that day. It was amazing what a trio of pissed off demons could do to a guy's whole look in a very short amount of time. "Thanks ma"am' He watched that faint wince touched her brow and just smirked to himself before walking off toward Lyllianne's office. That lean form slouched and lazy as he moved past the wrath demon. He actually offered a casual nod to the weirdo blond kid of Star's too. For his effort he was given a beaming, sunny smile that made him almost flinch at the brilliance of it. Reaching his grandmother's office door, a hand lifted and offered a polite knock and then waited for her to call him inside.
You take me down Spin me around You got me running all the lights Don't make a sound Talk to me now Let me inside your mind
I don't know what you're thinking sugar But I just got that feeling sugar I can hear the sirens burning Red lights turning I can't turn back now So hold on tight
I don't know where the lights are taking us But something in the night is dangerous And nothing's holding back the two of us Baby this is getting serious Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Dangerous
Start of this vignette found here: http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php"p=221294#221294
The exterior of the building was elegant, having been recently renovated. They had kept the quaint charm of the location, just made it look all shiny and new. Pushing through the elegant framed glass door Dominick stepped into the cool air. It was a welcoming sensation after oppressive warmth of the evening, and the lingering heat of the day.
For the most part the place was eerily quiet. A few walking through or waiting on an elevator. Off to the side he spotted that crazy white haired girl. He had to do a double take as it looked as if she was hanging out with a wrath demon. One, if Dominick's ears were correct, who was playing Candy Crush on his cell. It was a rather odd thing to witness. Then again, it was entirely possible that the weird girl was singing or humming. She did that a lot around the house and at the strangest times no less.
Around him was a case of understated elegance. Sleek and clean but with tones designed to welcome its special clientele. From the curtains, to the couches and tables it was all about comfort. Even the various receptionists were selected for their cool, professional manner. Basically your standard ice queen type that could smile even in the face of the worst possible client tantrum. Those like him need not apply for such a position. His response to anyone screaming in his face was to flat out deck them into the dirt. Which was why he was hired to be a messenger, obviously.
Speaking of the receptionist, he stopped at the desk, leaning there and waited for the frosty little blond to look up. He waited, and waited some more and right about the time his patience was starting to wear thin, she looked up at him and gave that plastic little smile. "May I help you, young man' Are you lost?" Her cold blue eyes flicking down over the bloody and torn clothing and ripped jeans. The scent of Guinness likely still lingering upon his person.
His smile was tight, a mere baring of teeth actually but he remained surprisingly calm. "Yes ma"am, I could use some help." He used "ma"am' because it was polite and, having learned some time ago, that woman generally hated to be called that when they were considered still young and available. It had the desired effect as she blinked at him with a sudden tightening of her lips. "I would like to see my grandmother, Lyllianne." He had the satisfaction of seeing the woman turn a lovely pale shade of embarrassment. "She is expecting me."
She reached for the phone and after a very brief and hard to hear conversation with the lady he sought, she was waving him off. "She will see you now." No 'sir" or "young man' now eh' Yeah, well Domi knew he didn't quite fit the veneer of the place. However, he had been wearing clean and presentable clothing when he left earlier that day. It was amazing what a trio of pissed off demons could do to a guy's whole look in a very short amount of time. "Thanks ma"am' He watched that faint wince touched her brow and just smirked to himself before walking off toward Lyllianne's office. That lean form slouched and lazy as he moved past the wrath demon. He actually offered a casual nod to the weirdo blond kid of Star's too. For his effort he was given a beaming, sunny smile that made him almost flinch at the brilliance of it. Reaching his grandmother's office door, a hand lifted and offered a polite knock and then waited for her to call him inside.