Primal didn't know what time it was nor did he care. All he knew was that Central Park was supposed to be closed. Actually, it was, but Primal didn't give s---. The sounds of knawing kept the park from being too quiet. The twenty-three year old mutant glanced down at his two companions: a pair of African female hyenas. He had "rescued" them from the Central Park Zoo befoe they could be transported elsewhere. In return for their surface, Primal gave them the upmost respect and allowed them to go wild every now and then. 

Paired with a deep chuckle, Primal reached down and rubbed the top of Sasha, the older one's head. "You enjoyin' yo bone? I know," he purred to her before sitting back on the bench. He was dressed in his costume with the ring battle harness across his chest, loincloth at his waist and thighs, and gold bands on his forearms. He looked badass in his opinion.  With a sigh, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the midnight air, "he deserved what came to him."

Khalil strode quietly through the park, house slender hands wedged into his pockets. The moisture that hung in the air made flying unpleasant. His t-shirt was damp, making the heathered grey seem darker. The young demon juggled a ball of fire in his hand, hoping that the heat might chase some warmth back into his chilled bones and dry his shirt for the walk home.

He spied the eccentric man on the bench, who was keeping company with two giant dog—no, hyenas. He looked like he'd been transplanted from some sort of fantasy movie. In a loincloth and with hyenas accomplices. That was definitely a look. An appealing look.

This was coming from a scarlet-skinned demon, the only normal aspect of whom was his dark grey shirt and black designer jeans—as if he has the right to be the gatekeeper of “normal”.

“Evening,” Khalil greeted, his golden eyes luminous in the flame, “Those are quite the accomplices you've got there.”

The heynas sensed the demonic looking mutant before he could speak. Primal however, didn't move from his spot as he continued to lounge about. His hyenas stood up from their relaxed state and started to make a laughing noise.

"What is it?" Primal asked lazily as he turned to look at the beautifully mutated man. A sly grin formed across his face. "Thanks, hot stuff." Primal slowly stood up and made his way over to the demon. He deliberately looked him over with a cheeky grin, then lwatched the fireball in his hand. The heynas stayed in place, knawing on the human fear

Moistening his lips, Primal spoke again, "what did I do right to gain a visit from a sexy ass demon such as yourself." He chuckled darkly, "what's yo name, shawty and why haven't I seen you before?"

The demon smirked at the warm reception. The man on the bench wasn't the most eloquent individual, but he held an opinion that Khalil held to be indisputably true—that he was, indeed, sexy. His eyes seemed to glimmer in the flickering self-made flame.

“Well you aren't at a crossroads,” Khalil purred, “So I can't say I'm here to make a pact.”

The flame shrank in size, casting shadows over his fine features.

“My name is Khalil,” he replied, “I typically keep to the skies at this hour. What, may I ask, is your name? And your associates?”

Primal slowly nodded his head and chuckled deeply. He moistened his lips and scanned over Khalil's face. He took a step toward the demon and glanced over his shoulder at his heynas. "Shaka and Oya." He answered, biting his lip. "You fly too? S---, why are you walkin'? About to devour a human? Take a sacrifice? I'm willin'."

The mutant sniffed and gently reached out lightly to touch Khalil's chin. "And you, Baby Boy, can all me 'Primal'."[/url]

“I needed to dry off,” was the honest response, as Khalil tugged at the clinging fabric of his shirt. It peeled pathetically free of his skin before settling flat.

The man rose to his feet, introducing himself as Primal, complete with a quick if the demon’s chin. The flame dissipated, and Khalil used the back side of his hand to lightly nudge Primal's out of the way.

“Easy there, hot stuff,” Khalil purred, “You're about two mixed drinks too soon to be calling me 'Baby Boy’.”

The flame was rekindled, causing Khali’s amber eyes to dance. A smirk also tilted upon his lips. He was a narcissist, certainly, but he was also a dominant personality. If there was to be any carnal endeavors, it would be on his terms.

“So what do you say, Primal…” the word rolled off his tongue like honey, “Buy me a drink?”

"...I'll buy you three." Primal whispered as his eyes watched the flames move back and forth in Khalil's hands. He gave the demon a once over again before jerking his head to the right for him to follow.

As they walked out of Central Park, Primal watched as Khalil's hips moved. He smirked and looked forward again, "So, what does 'Khalil' mean? I'm sure somethin'...voluptuous." Primal chuckled as they were soon joined by his hyenas. He loved the way his skin color. So...scarlet and tempting. Primal felt the strange urge to lick the side of his face to see if he tastes like cheery.

Now that was something Khalil could get behind. Three drinks. He was a slim guy, particularly given his six-foot-two stature-- despite this, he did rather well at holding his liquor. Free drinks were likewise nothing to scoff at, even if they were being offered by a sexy eccentric.

The demon could feel Primal's eyes upon him, and he lavished in the attention. Primal asked about the meaning of his companion's name.

"It's Arabic," the demon replied, "For 'friend'."

There was no need to ask his companion to elaborate on the meaning of "primal". Ugh, why couldn't his codename have been something cool like that? F**k. The demon eyed the hyenas, his exhaled breath unfurling from his lips like smoke. Or perhaps it was smoke? These creatures were much larger up close.

"Do you have some place warm in-mind?" Khalil purred, "I'm going to catch my death in this shirt."

Despite the flames that danced in his hands it was still mostly-damp. Khalil also enjoyed the feeling of being appraised by the man's eyes.

Primal liked that. He liked that a lot. "I love the way it rolls off the tongue, Khalil.' He said it again for his own pleasure.

When Khalil asked if he had anywhere warm in mind, Primal grinned, "I do. We can go back to my apartment and I can make you somethin' to both eat and drink or we can go to the nearest bar and sit. It's totally up to you." Primal took a few strands of hair from Khalil and playfully twisted it between his fingers. It was rather cold out tonight and his hyenas weren't enjoying it at all.

"Unless you have somewhere else? I'm open to ideas, Baby Boy."

"Easy there, tiger," Khalil grinned, "The nature of our pact was that you were going to buy me a drink."

Oh yes, Khalil was playing into the whole "devil imagery" thing hardcore. But it was working, wasn't it?

"Then we can see about apartments and other frivolities," Khalil assured Primal, the word "frivolities" rolling off of his tongue with every ounce of insinuation that it deserved. They were coming towards the edge of the park, now, and were greeted by the steady stream of traffic of a New York street.

Khalil slid his hand around Primal's forearm, his eyes skimming for street signs. Given his... penchant... for going-out to clubs, he had a fairly extensive working knowledge of good places to go for a drink.

"I think there's a place a few blocks down," Khalil purred, "With big, comfy chairs and a fireplace?"

Primal was a few inches shorter than Khalil, the demon noted as he turned to Primal for his vote on the proposal. Unlike Khalil, however, he was muscle-strapped and solid. Khalil, all the while, was tall and thin.

Primal chuckled deeply and shrugged his shoulders, "it was worth a shot, Khalil." God, he liked saying his name. It felt like candy on his tongue.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Primal grinned deviously at the demon He still let his eyes scan over the beautiful mutant canvas that was beside him, "though, I have a feelin' that you will like me enough to come back to my little humble abode.

When Primal felt Khalil's hand wrap around his forearm, the former began to smile. At least Khalil felt comfortable around him. Maybe this night would end on really good terms.

"That sounds delightful, Khalil." Primal was going to wear the other mutant's name out to no end. It just felt wonderful. "Have you been there before or nah?" He asked in a seductive tone to his voice.

“Once or twice,” Khalil grinned impishly, “Come on.”

Truth be told, he’d been there more than a few times, always lounging by the fireside (where it was warmest), and always on the lookout for good company with which to fill his idle hours. It attracted a lot of mutants, this humble little club, and a lot of people looking for a good time. This would be the first time he actually brought someone there with him.

The two walked arm-in-arm down the dark and muted streets. There was very little foot traffic, and the chill seemed to cling close to the two young men. Though Khalil had a sneaking suspicion that the wet shirt was partially to blame. In no time, the two of them were arriving at the club, serenaded by a steady bassline and tranquil techno music, neon lights glaring down at the two wayward men. The door opened, letting the heat of bodies close together drift through the doors, accompanied by a greater magnitude of music, of chatter, of laughter.

“Does this club seem like it’s your speed, Primal?” Khalil asked, lightly squeezing the smaller man’s arm. With Primal’s affirmative, the two of them would begin to cross the threshold—that is, until the bouncer would address them at the door.

“Hey… no pets allowed. The dogs need to stay outside…”

Khalil glanced towards the hyenas, then towards the nearsighted bouncer, before settling his amber eyes on Primal. He hadn’t thought about his friend might do about the hyenas.

He couldn't deny that walking with Khalil was soothing. He especially liked the way he slung onto his muscular bicep for warmth.

>> “Does this club seem like it’s your speed, Primal?”

Primal snorted and studied the inside of the bar. it was very nice inside and certainly "up to speed". "It'll do." He snorted and was about to walk in with Khalil when they were stopped.

"Dogs? These aren't..." Primal rolled his eyes and looked down at Shaka and Oya. He nodded his head to the pair of hyenas and watched they ran off to go into the thicket of Central Park. "There, problem solved." Primal then pushed passed the bouncer and walked fully inside of the bar. He looked up at Kahlil and smirked before looking for a place to sit. "So, where shall we sit, Baby Boy? In the corner, so I can sneak kisses or out in the open where I can behave myself?"

So the bouncer wasn't exactly the most observant man on the street-- either that, or he'd seen enough sh** to call the hyenas what they were. Regardless, Primal dismissed them without much protest, and the two young men meandered inside. Primal asked where they would choose to sit-- in a corner where they could kiss, or in the open where he had to behave. A smirk curled at Khalil's lips, and he leaned close to Primal's ear. With the thud of the bass gradually enveloping them, it'd be hard to hear each other over the noise. It also gave the demon an excuse to draw closer.

"You didn't strike me as the shy type," Khalil teased, murmuring into Primal's ear. The taller of the two nuzzled his companion, before releasing his arm, waving for Primal to follow. If Khalil wasn't already there, he's have this young man wrapped around his finger by the end of the night.

"Come on, hot stuff," Khalil beckoned, "The fire's over here."

Khalil didn't care who saw them-- quite the contrary-- he wanted everyone to see him. Him and his gorgeous friend, Primal. Especially if they started kissing. The firepit was dropped down from the bar itself, encircled by a marble tabletop for patrons to set their drinks upon. This table was encircled by plush, red couches, perfect for anyone who might be a few drinks in to partying. In its own way, the fire pit was private, enclosed by walls and a few bar-height tables-- an intimate setting, which the two young men might have to share with a few other people.

Thankfully, there was an open couch. Khalil descended down the first few steps, extending a hand towards Primal.

"They usually send a waitress around to take orders," he advised the smaller man, ready to lead him down to the level of the fire and towards the sofa with their name on it.

"You didn't strike me as the shy type,"

Primal chuckled and looked up at Khalil, "hm, well, you're right. I just don't want to have to kill anyone for starin' too hard." He answered in a half joking manner. He wouldn't kill anyone unless provoked and he doubts with Khalil that would happen.

The shorter mutant followed Khalil as they walked to the beautiful hearth that was in the center of the bar. It looked really pretty there and Primal had to give it a grin. Khalil had good taste as far as he was concerned. Primal walked down the steps with the devil, making sure not to take any unwarranted stumbles or awkward falls.

"Good, I'm starvin'," Derek sat down beside Khalil and wrapped his arms around his shoulders while the other one held his, "y'know, Vesta is the goddess of the Hearth an' Family in Roman mythology. Every city and villa had one...