O Lonely Nights (Open)(Human/Humanoid Fantasy)

[Ikki]

Sylis Blue/Carrier
26/Ice Elemental

A moan of pain escaped through his lips, downing yet another ibuprofen to quell his growing hangover. The trill of his work alarm sounded for the 4th time in a row making him groan again as his phone vibrated off his nightstand,

"Fuck me." Rolling out from under the sweetness of his blankets he silenced his phone and through together some sort of an outfit for work.

A pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a tight fitting white v-neck to show off his slightly toned build, and beat up converse was what he finally settled on before gathering up his work duffle and heading out the door late as usual. His reflection made him groan again as he caught sight of himself in his cars mirror. Pure white eyes surrounded by dark circles and a bit of smudged eye liner, short cut bleach blonde hair the needed it's dark brown roots touched up soon. Quickly putting on sunglasses to hide his hangover he shifted his car into gear and sped off towards the night club he worker at as a Bartender and part time Dancer. Fumbling his name tag on quickly he basically had to run inside to clock in before taking up position behind the bar only to find another co worker already in his spot,

"Didn't ya here? You're dancing tonight pretty boy." The statement from his contact worker earned him no reaction besides an eye roll,

"Figures the one day I come in hungover boss wants me to go shake my ass for a crowd." Turning around Sylis unwillingly went to get ready to go on stage.

Several minutes had passed before he found himself half naked and highlighted in a thin layer of silver glitter, swinging around a pole to the loud thump of music and blinding lights that hid most of the crowd from his sight. A small powder of snow flakes fell around him, courtesy of his own other worldly powers. He has glad for the makeup artists they had hired that had hid his dark circles from view, but even the thrill of dancing for a crowd couldn't make the pain lingering in the back of his head go away. Maybe he'd chase it with even more achohol as he had done the night before once his shift had ended.