Seirion Rynn

Seirion was on top of the fucking world. It was day one of Battle of the Bands and Crown of Thorns had absolutely killed it. Ashriel was off throwing a fit somewhere and Grim was too cranky to celebrate, so he’d tried to drag Rhun and Ravyn out to the club down the street to celebrate but they weren’t into it. Fuck them. We deserve to celebrate and yet everyone’s being pissy. Whatever. I don’t need those assholes to have a good time. He was already planning on getting hammered to fight the bitter feeling, his finned ears twitching as the bouncer let him in.

The club — Color Spray — was loud, crowded, and reeked of booze. Perfect. He grinned, striding up to the bar with his dad’s credit card in hand. He ordered something ridiculous and tropical, scratching his jaw with his pointed black nails as he scanned the scene. Gods, there were so many beautiful, horny people in the city. He loved this place.

Drink in hand, he began to prowl the crowd, his scales glittering like the stars at midnight under the strobe lights. He liked his lips. Tonight, he was a king, and he would be treated like no less. His eyes settled on something pretty across the room and his finned ears flickered against with interest. He took a deep gulp before starting forward.

There was a crash of bodies as someone’s boyfriend got mad at some other guy for putting his hands where he shouldn’t, and in a matter of seconds, Seirion’s celebratory coconut cocktail was splattered down his body, the glass hitting. the floor with a solid thud, leaving him with nothing but a tiny paper umbrella. “Are you fucking serious?” He whirled to the person who had crashed into him, violet eyes locking on CraveU user.

“Look what you did to me. You owe me another fucking drink.” He was already pulling his shirt off, his muscles subtly flexing and a dark pattern of glittering scales leaning down the lower muscles of his abdomen beneath his torn black skinny jeans. He wadded up the shirt, using it to mop of the rest of the mess, but the damage was done. He was going to smell like pineapple and rum all night.