F elix walked through the door into the nightclub, avoiding the guards who were asking for his identification. The nightclub that Felix had just entered was full of people in their twenties or, possibly younger on the dancefloor all mingling together. Felix glared, "Where is he?" Felix was scanning the crowd for a specific person... Someone who he knew distantly well. So far though, he wasn't having any luck spotting them. "Leave it to Ezra to hide himself away in a fucking club!" Felix was snarling to himself, till someone bumped into him; Felix stumbled trying to regain his balance. The person who had bumped into him had vanished into the crowd without so much as a backward glance. Felix rolled his eyes "Typical." he grumbled before sighing, "I guess that's my hint that Ezra is in the crowd somewhere." Felix drew himself up, "Lovely. Perfect. Let Felix go after the runaway fallen angel who isn't my problem! Never heard a better plan in all my years!" Felix rushed off into the crowd, bumping into a lot of people's sides and elbows without so much as a, "Excuse me." It took Felix awhile in order to find Ezra but when he found him, he was leaned against a wall in a corner near the emergency exit seeming thoroughly unimpressed. Felix panted with his hands on his knees while Ezra glared and tsked, "Took you long enough, Lentz." Felix rose a hand, "S-Shut U-Up!" he was gasping. Ezra took leave of his position of leaning against the wall to bang a fist on Felix's back, "Ow!" Felix straightened. "What was that for?" "Do I need a reason to hit you?" Felix bit the inside of his cheek. "Exactly." Ezra flipped his hair, "Why are you here Felix? You almost never visit Earth. Are you here on my 'fathers' orders? What has he promised you for my return?" Ezra had now taken on a different tone of voice, abandoning his once angelic sounding voice. He sounded monotone. Felix bristled "Ezra, you know I don't work with your father. I never had reason to. I'm a prince of a pocket of hell." Felix lowered his gaze, "You would know that there are many different pockets of hell. Wouldn't you?" It was Ezra's turn to bristle, ''We are not talking about that." Felix gave a lightly menacing smile, "Of course we aren't." ... There was a brief silence between them. Ezra absently hugged himself while Felix itched the inside of his palm.
"Soo... what's up with the hair dye Ezra? got tired of being blonde? Honestly, being blonde is a blessing. Makes people less likely to suspect you of being well... a demon." Felix flipped his hair. Ezra wasn't impressed, "Having your hair color being blonde also opens the 'dumb blonde stereotype which you honestly fit so well." Ezra put his hands on his hips. Felix mockingly gasped, "How dare you blonde brethren! You may take shelter with the brunet's but, even they have their stereotypes! such as being smart but..." Felix pretended to fawn, "We all know you don't have an ounce of smarts." Ezra titled his head and rose an eyebrow, "So we're both dumb?" Felix nodded, "Mhm! Exactly! We're even." Ezra face palmed, "Seriously wondering how you made it to being a prince." Felix stretched, "Still wondering about that? Geez, I told you how I made it to that role bunches of times!" Ezra simply stared, "And It gets more and more unbelievable each time."
