PSL; Life Thereafter = The big Reveal.

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It had been months since Blaine and Matthew had reconciled and months on top of that acclimating the tall blond to the world again. A new world that was always shrouded in darkness and lit by neon, one that pulsed with a deafening sound of all the bodies they had to move through from one end of the dance floor to another.

Blaine had learned the rules. When you were in someone's Haven, you behaved, lest they turn their power and anger on you. The Masquerade was to be kept. The Sabbat and their ideas of ruling the world from darkness properly painted as antagonistic and very dangerous to the Camilla society as a whole. Blaine was very nearly ready.

There was only one other rite of passage that a fledging had to take, and Blaine wouldn't be doing that one by the book. Not when his Master was the Prince of the area.

Court was set up in differing places across LA. There were plenty of warehouses controlled, plenty of basements to be remolded into a more fitting image for them. It was a place like this that Blaine was left outside of, with instructions to go down through the service lift. Matt had given him vague instructions before and a Masquerade mask to put on after he was accepted.

"You may laugh at it, but we're very fond of the traditions that we've taken. They mean a lot and not just to me. Mind yourself. Mind where you are. Mind what you say. And make me proud."

Of course, Matthew was no where to be found up here and Joslin and Maurice knew better then to let any of Matthew's cats out of his bag before he was ready.

Once Blaine did make his way down, the set of double doors he would find himself standing in front of opened to a wide room, filled with the russle of skirts and shift of silk. They were crowed around the edges of the room, peering through their own masks that hid their faces, and what they were. Matthew would be found elevated above the rest of them, languidly sitting in his high backed and ornate chair, dressed to the nines with his own gold mask. He looked godlike and utterly untouchable, and remained totally still as the whole room waited for Blaine to make his entrance.

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Matt laughed. "Smart man, to appeal to my brunette tastes and blonde vices. You know, as joking as you might have been in the cab..." Matthew's grin spread. "Blondes really aren't my type. You and Joslin are anomalies. Alexander always loved the blondes. I've always had.. darker, richer tastes."

That didn't mean, of course, that he was against Blaine's suggestion - after all, his taste for blonds had grown over the past few decades.

"Until then, shall I leave you to your mingling? Find you later on the dance floor, perhaps?"

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Blaine's lips twitched up as he answered smoothly, "the blonde part is for me. The hips and tits are for you."

Never mind the fact Blaine tended to go towards the brunettes himself. Sometimes he got a taste for blonde's. Amusement colored his face as he slowly turned on his heel. "Later, amante, I'm going to get a dance from you whether you want to or not."

Maybe it would even be a proper dance instead of just grinding on the dance floor. Maybe. But until then, Blaine did indeed mingle. Humans and vampires alike satiated his need to talk and gather information. A man who barely broke six feet fulfilled a sudden urge for sex in an alcove. There was no biting, just the man bent over a podium that probably should have contained something but instead was the perfect arm rest for the man he fucked to stoke his appetite.

Feeling refreshed and full of energy he probably shouldn't be after a fuck, the blonde attacked the dance floor. It wasn't long before he found that curvy blonde he had been looking at early, and she was more the amicable to grinding with him in a dance. If Matthew didn't show up soon, he may miss out and Blaine would have to pick another target for them to enjoy.

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"Oh how considerate," Matt quips with a smarmy smirk as Blaine breaks away, making promises the elder man knows will be kept. He watches Blaine sink back into the crowd and is able to turn around and face his own conversation without worry.

It had been a long time, it seemed, since that hospital room and the bodies that fell in the cab with them on the way home.

Matthew spent his time rubbing elbows with a few Kindred he'd been less then attentive to over the past few months. It had been something that wasn't good for business and this gave him the perfect chance to rebuild those bridges.

Of course it wasn't all business talk - he did share some spectacular tastes with them and a small gaggle of them left the main room for a time.

When Matthew got back, his eyes were glazed and half lidded, jacket lost somewhere in the back room and his neat tie well loosened. The first thing he looked for and found was his highlighter blond, who still managed to stick out in a dark crowd. Or perhaps Matthew was just a little too good at letting his eyes fall on him. The vampire sauntered his way down to the dance floor, lips tilted in lazy high smile and walked up behind the curvy woman, bouncing his eyebrows at Blaine once before rocking into the beat and closing the distance between them all.

He'd leave it to Blaine to introduce/alert the woman to him. After all - they didn't want any loud trouble.

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Blaine was rubbing elbows as well with some of the Kindred, making some connections with new Kindred as well as reconnecting with some of those he had lost contact with when he was sick. It wasn't altogether an taxing task as it could have been, but he was happy to just dance. Happy to dance and happy to see Matthew coming his way even if he was looking high as hell right then.

He never questioned Matthew's ability to find him in a crowd, not when he was six feet two inches tall, had hair that was a golden beacon in any light, and his lover was a vampire. Despite the lack of height, Blaine rarely had a problem finding Matt in a crowd either, unless the vampire didn't want to be found.

Blaine leaned forward and gently lifted the woman's chin so he could reach her ear more easily to tell her that his friend was behind her. She had seemed alright with meeting with him and possible hooking up with them both, but it depending on how he looked. Her eyebrows lifted and she couldn't contain her curiosity. She swiveled her hips as she danced, effortless spinning on her four inch heels to see who it was that Blaine had talked up. Her eyes raked over Matthew and then she turned her head to look over her shoulder, reaching up to pull Blaine down to her level so she could talk to him.

"Not as tall as I thought," she said, and Blaine couldn't help laugh. "And he's a lot younger than you. Are you having a mid-life crisis and trying to keep up?"

Blaine laughed again, both at the idea of him having a mid-life crisis and at Matthew being younger than him, though he couldn't argue Matthew looked ten years younger than him. His natural age defying looks and the dark lighting of the club handily knocked fifteen years off of Blaine's actual age, but he still looked in his thirties. Holding her hips and pressing his erection into her back he said, "I've got no problems keeping up."

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Matthew had been blessed and killed while he was still pretty, before age had the chance to deepen his creases and start the leathering of skin. The DiVigny's had been very beautiful people in their time.

He'd done this before and there wasn't a stitch of awkward to be found in the suggestive and sultry cant in his walk as he slinked up in front of the girl, bearing an irresistible come hither smile and a hand that slid over her hip and right around to Blaine's.

"He's the source of more then a few fun ideas, given half a chance. The real question is.. are you willing to try and keep up with us? Maybe even teach that old dog a few tricks or two?"

That was laughable, but it sounded good.