If Tetradore is the vampire woman's favoured pet, then Tobias is surely her least likeable conquest. The younger man lacks the tact of his older companion, has not learned this delicate dance that allows him to linger between both obeying and disobeying her all at once, the boy content to violently oppose her at every opportunity, a seemingly unbreakable force that she simply seems to find amusing. Perhaps it is merely the makeup of his mind, that touch of instability or insanity that lingers within the confines of his thoughts that sees him utterly unable to bend to her will without extreme force. No amount of beatings or bashings or punishments seem to work, the boy evidently content to break himself like a wave upon her rocky shoreline over and over and over. He is relentless in his opposition, too mad perhaps, to understand she will not yield, yet nor will he, his willingness to obey even the most mediocre of Tetradore's commands over her own yet another point that seems to enrage her so. Perhaps, were his continued attempts to oppose her and childish nature not so...entertaining, she may well have done away with him now already, so many believing the boy to be far more trouble then he's worth- the rest of her feline entourage content to ignore him not for any ounce of respect, yet more so for the madness that constantly seems to surround him. It is a newer skill, one that has seemingly developed in response to the chaos of Syn itself and the deviants utter desire to be aware from it, those threads of chaos having become...tangible to him, his already fractured mind seeming to seize upon them, to twist and ben them as he desires- his utter disobedience seeming to have increased along with it, the boy having found himself capable of ignoring her basic commands to a certain extent, forcing her to force him over and over and over, unaware his resolve only seems to make her all the more determined to see him break.

Tonight however, he has been ignored, for the most part, so many of her other minions content to leave him be, his volatile nature as unpredictable as his moods- though in this moment he seems almost...calm. He has retreated to the far corner of the over-loud bar, dark eyes watching those around him warily though he remains out of reach and upon a rather plush sofa of sorts, teeth bared at any whom dare to attempt to sit beside him, the boy having shifted merely this part of himself, baring those sizeable fangs before allowing them to recede once more. Most patrons however, are given to ignore him, the nearest group seeming far too interested in each other, one man becoming over loud as another begins to sing out of tune to a song no one has heard in over righty years. A snicker of sorts hisses from the boys lips, seeming delighted by this growing chaos around himself, his power so very sneaky, so very hard to pinpoint within such a place as a nearby woman becomes equally as infected as she moves to attempt some version of the square dance, much to the amusement of those around her. He simply keeps them busy, keeps them away from himself as he attempts to remain hidden within his shadowy corner.

It is an impulse of sorts that so suddenly finds him, chocolate hued eyes lifted to peer beneath lashings of ebony hair, the single worded command seeing his hold upon those around him broken as the boy abruptly stands, so readily responding to his chosen leaders command as he moves to slink along the wall, attempting to prevent himself from being touched by the vampires he has so come to loath, irritated words muttered darkly from his lips as he does, pressing through the crowd until he reaches the bar and the red-haired woman whom smells both of death and Tetra all at once, head tilted slightly in some sense of recognition. He remembers her....from the park. This momentary pleasure in having discovered someone he does not so violently dislike sees a grin of sorts touch his features, the man content to brush his shoulder against her own in a rather cat-like gesture of acceptance before his attention turns firmly upon the individual whom had summoned him. Eyes narrow in confusion as Tetradore seems content to pour alcohol all over the bar and floor- much to the disdain of the bar tender, the man assured he has never seen his leader do such things, this game...new and yet one the boy is equally content to enjoy as he readily moves to vault over the counter top in turn, his own touch of magic readily weaving towards the approaching bar tender, utter confusion seeming to take hold as the vampire rapidly begins to snatch drinks back off the patrons around him, rambling wildly as he seems determined to pour the drinks back into the bottles, spilling far more then he surely ever has as Tobias simply grins wickedly in delight, snickering softly before reaching to pull his own bottle from the shelf- mimicking Tetra readily now as he upends it.

"I like...this game."

He hardly understands it, merely copies his Alpha, understands to some extent the sense of purpose that has overtaken the Panther and seeks to act upon it, dark eyes flicking readily from side to side as he does. He has always been Tetradore's protector, whether he needs it or not and as such remains determined to do so even now as he upends yet another bottle. His hold over the bar tender still remains assured as the unfortunate man so unknowingly adds to their alcoholic waterfall with his attempts to refill the bottles while a number of patrons stare in bewilderment. Tobias so does enjoy it when Tetradore 'plays'.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push