We own the night(Con/Aaron/Kelsen)

[Constantine Gray]

He's on a break for tonight since throughout the night he had been serving non stop a night before. Sometimes being a bartender sucks but heck you gotta go somewhere. The witch decided to drop by his workplace for something to drink it sounds stupid but he actually likes working there. The air was filled with mist, and it had just rained. So the road, even when he's riding his Harley Davidson motorcycle on, was a bit slippery but he managed to do it.

He pulled up in front of the bar/nightclub that was on the right side of the road, with a lot of nothing but motorcycles. At least he had picked something that could blend in. Imagine if he was in a 1982 Hundai or something? That would've been silly. Constantine took off his motorcycle helmet and set it on the seat, turned off the engine, got off the motorcyle and stuffed the keys into his pocket. He has on a leather jacket, a white tee shirt, black jeans, with black motorcycle boots along with a chain that was dangling from the left side of his pocket. He opened the door, the song "Nothing Else Matters" blared on the stereo. A smile crept on his lips. He loved this song when the song came out and still does, and that had him thank God he walked in at that moment. The song continued even as Constantine's blue eyes studied the women and men and made his way to the bar. He sat down and turned to the crowd first then turned towards the bartender-a beautiful blond haired girl who had smiled. "Hey Constantine. What can I get for you, sugar? Budlight, Budweiser..."
"A Budweiser, in a bottle."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
"Comin' right up." The bartender turned away from him and got out a Budweiser from the fridge below the bar then handed it to him. He thanked her and slapped down his money for the drink. "Hey today's your night off?"
"Yep."
"Oh gotcha. Hey if you want I can cover you for tomorrow."
"No its okay I don't mind coming to here to work."
"Okay but I'm still coming." Constantine chuckled.
"Fine with me." The bartender laughed afterwards then snatched the money away. Giving him a wink, she mouthed that he works there he doesn't need to pay. Constantine rolled his eyes as if he was saying "fine" then watched her walking off. He opened the bottle and took a sip from the beer. Ah yeah that's the stuff.

[Aaron Goodman]

Aaron dug his hands into his pockets and leaned back against the wall, running his eyes over the room. Many of the bar patrons were dancing, stumbling into each other from their drunken states. He smiled and found it quite amusing. Mortals were so easy to succumb to alcohol. It was quite hilarious how a few of the drunken female patrons had "bumped" into him and tried to flirt with him. All of them had been rejected with a simple, "I'm gay". It was so funny to watch them all walk away with disappointing glares.

Aaron snickered to himself and approached the bar counter, sitting down to a 20-ish guy. The bartender turned to him, "What'll it be?" Aaron ran a hand through his hair and thought. He wasn't much of a drinker, unlike his brother. He shrugged, "A Budweiser. Bottle, please." The bartender nodded and handed him a bottle, going over to another customer a few seats away.

Aaron took a sip of the beer, not paying much attention to his drink. He blinked and decided to start a conversation out of boredom. Turning to the guy next to him, he spoke, running a hand through his hair again, "Hey, there. Aaron Goodman." He noticed that they were drinking the same thing and chuckled, motioning to the other guy's bottle, "Enjoying that?"

[OOC: short post, sorry. XD this isn't my normal standard post.]

[Keslan Eckart]

Keslan fucking hated clubs.

He got in to them relatively easily - a little mental push and he was in. A playing card made look like ID, a nice little affirmation, and he was in, with a pounding headache. The gash on his forehead was doing a bit better, and was near invisible under his hair, which he intentionally combed forward today.

Why, one might ask, was this seventeen year old in P3? Because he was being paid to escort someone home and give them a good time, later. It was just unfortunate that he was getting stood up - but money is money, regardless of what had to be done. His dad wouldn't care one way or the other, provided the bills got paid.

Slipping up next to a pair of strangers relishing in their mutual bottles, he tugged a small pad from his hoodie, probably around journal size, and a little blue pen. Eagerly, he started scribbling, before the nice bartender woman showed up. And promptly asked for I.D.

He looked up at her uncertainly, but nodded. "No problem. Haven't been 21 long enough to do much of anything." He fished what looked like a regular playing card - the 6 of hearts - and started offering it to her. Midway through the transfer, from his hand to hers, he simply made it look and feel like a real I.D.

But even that strain was starting to bother him. He couldn't drown out this many voices, and he was unfortunately being privy to a slew of mundane crap. "Amaretto sour, please." He said, ignoring her thoughts that he still looked way too young, and how she hoped she wouldn't get fired.

Sex, dancing, breakups, killing this bitch, oh god someone please help, cat left all alon---

His head shot up, and immediately he started looking around. Killing this bitch? Someone... someone must have been in trouble.

He could just barely make out some residual noise, but even that much was putting a lot of pressure on his mind. He had to get out of there relatively soon - the trick needed to show.

As the bartender handed him his drink, she smiled, and he went back to scribbling. He couldn't get involved.

[Constantine Gray]

Constantine took a sip from his drink then turned towards the other man who had ordered the same kind of drink as he did. "Yeah I am, wow the odds of us ordering the same thing! Guess you're into this drink too right?" he asked, grinning. It'd be nice to strike a conversation but he's not really looking for anything. Okay to be honest, friends. He is in the mood to make friends. He stuck out his hand towards the man. "Nice to meet you, I'm Constantine Gray." Then he looked over at the other man who was scribbling down something on a notepad and ordered his drink then turned towards the other man. Being who he was, he won't judge others. Besides that's up to well someone else. Con's just doing his thing, he guesses. The guy he's talking to seemed nice though and is handsome so he hoped the guy would have a good chance of snatching someone, like how his brother had. That was one lucky brother, right? Right. Oh well he's glad his brother is still around with him at least. That's a good thing.

OOC: Its all good Oh guys be sure to copy and paste the one I have on this reply in your old ones so people would know its closed to just three of us.

[Aaron Goodman]

Aaron shook Constantine's hand, "Yeah, coincidence." Aaron took a sip from the bottle, thinking. Something wasn't right here. His whitelighter instincts told him so. Glancing around, Aaron surveyed the rest of the room. People dancing, some making-out, people getting drunk. Nothing out of the ordinary. Or so it seemed.

Just as Aaron was about to sense for any demons, a scream pierced the loudness of the bar. Quickly turning, Aaron spied a lower-level demon holding an innocent female by the neck. The woman was struggling with her captor, trying to break free of he demon's grasp. "Fuck." Aaron muttered, quietly. There was no way he could fight off a demon without a witch to help. Closing his eyes, he suddenly sensed a witch in the bar. Constantine? Surprise.

Glancing to Constantine, Aaron whispered to the witch, hoping he would believe him, "I hope you can fight demons. 'Cause as a whitelighter, I'm pretty crappy without a witch to help. After all, I can only heal people."

[OOC: well, i picked up from Keslan's post. xD]

[Constantine Gray]

Constantine only gave him a nod of his head and now he after shaking the man's hand, looked around him too. He found the woman with her captor-a balding goatee wearing man in leather clothes. "Yeah I fight demons. I don't do it often as the Charmed Ones but I do. I see him. I'll deal with it. In a fucking nightclub, are they nuts? Excuse me." He got off the stool, sighed and headed towards them. Just when he was about to relax and have a drink, this had to happen. Where's the Charmed Ones when you need them? Constantine approached the demon and the woman just five inches away. He wanted to give some space also so in case if the demon had anything on him. The demon turned towards Constantine as well as the girl. "Help," she gasped through breathes.
"Shut up," the demon growled then turned to Constantine. "What do you want?"
"You to let her go."
"And what if I don't?"
"Oh you don't want to know. Let her go. Now." The demon laughed and squeezed her neck harder. Yep he's playing hard to get. A roll of Constantine's eyes came then he raised his hand near his nose. The woman slowly was pulled away from the demon with Constantine using his hand to motion her with his telekinesis until she was freed from him. Just as the demon had noticed it and was about to power up his energy ball, Constantine formed one too. "Run!" he shouted to the woman. She nodded and ran for the exit, while Constantine threw his energy ball at the demon, who was struck and bursted into flames. He looked around him, some people had watched but they had seen him rescuing the girl and clapped. Constantine smiled not to be rude and walked away. After all multiple times there had been demonic attacks. Heck yesterday some demon came too in the middle of a crowd. Some other witch had killed him and luckily this recent demon whom Constantine killed was in the shadows near the office so lucky for the witch not that many people saw it. Plus the screams were overshadowed by nothing else than the music. Thank god for that. He walked out of the club to check on the girl who was okay but just in case he got her a taxi and told her to go to the hospital so that she can get checked out. She thanked him, gave him a hug and after Constantine left, she stood near the entrance waiting for the taxi. He walked back inside and headed up to his stool where he sat down and took a sip.

OOC: Yeppers

[Keslan Eckart]

[ Sorry about that. College. ><; ]

There was a lot of insanity, and it was cutting right in to his mental state. He winced a little bit, flinching away from the sudden gathering - but what he saw when he turned to look was absolutely outrageous. A guy hurling a lightshow, a woman running, another guy exploding.

Either he'd just walked in to a movie set, or he was losing his mind. He looked to the drink in his hand, and quirked a brow. It was perfectly logical that he'd just been drugged or something... but at the same time, wouldn't he be unconscious by now? His mind raced outward, trying to figure out whether this was some kind of scam or hallucination. But no - others had seen it too. Others, however, were suppressing it, throwing those thoughts away, getting back to the music.

He was dumbfounded.

Keslan turned to the guy who had been sitting next to him before the craziness started, and shook his head. "Wanna tell me what that was?" He asked, curiously, not entirely certain whether or not he should exert a bit of his own power in to it. Already, he was probing in to the guy's mind, using his own mental abilities to glean what information he could from the person-exploding guy.

Combined with the fact that he was questioning it meant that the guy was either going to lie, and he'd pick up on the truth in his mind, or the guy was going to tell the truth. One way or the other, Keslan was getting answers. He just hated to have to get them this way. Like hell he was just going to drop it, though.

He took a sip of his drink anyways, hoping to settle his would-be nerves. He had to mute some of the excess noise that was still crowding in somehow, right?

[Constantine Gray]

Constantine looked over his shoulder at the spot where the demon had once stood and then turned to the man who spoke. Either to the whitelighter or to him he wasn't sure. But it'd be best to just say it to get it out of his way. Its like he didn't expect to go and vanquish a demon tonight. But well he had to. The Charmed Ones can't only do it themselves you know. "That? Oh this guy next to me asked if I vanquish demons so I guess he was expecting me to go over there. So I did. The guy was hurting an innocent, someone had to go and stop them. Besides, the demon was stupid. Who would go and do that in the middle of a fucking club? If I was a demon I'd do my kill in the alleyway where he should've done. Sorry you had to see that. I'm sorry for even kicking his ass in here. Should've taken him out to the alleyway but oh the fuck well." He shrugged his shoulders and then took a sip from his beer. He hopes to God the whitelighter won't point to another one because if so he wouldn't be happy. He set the drink down. "I just hope I don't get told to do it again. Supposed to be a nice relaxing day off. But well I end up getting a drink AND vanquishing a demon. Not a good mix." Considering the demon is lucky he didn't get drunk.