Welcome to my lair

[Lovely]

"oooo.... a rocket ship"

"you like my ship"

"like your pouty lips more"

"oh?" Licks lips, slowly tracing her tongue along their full poutiness.

He raised his head to lift his eyes, looking down the bridge of his nose a moment to nod a moment later at his pleasure of watching her perform. He grinned, "Yes, exactly my point. May I?"

"Maybe later.. if you're worthy."

He chuckled. "I am, I assure you. Come find me when the smoke settles. We can count the bodies together at sunrise if you like," he nodded and lifted his drink to her.

"The smoke never settles, when I'm around.." She purred, brushing against him and past him.

"Is that so? Smoke means fire... I do so enjoy a pleasant eruption from time to time... fireballs, explosions... metaphorically speaking of course, pet."

"ooo.." She licked her lips, leaning into him as she was nearly past his shoulder. "Mmmmm you had me.. I was with ya.. right until you called me pet." She chuckled. "I'm no one's pet....sorry, pet." She puckered her pouty lips towards him, moving away. His drink deftly lifted from his hand and brought to her lips as she moved through the crowd as if she were passing through liquid. He may have felt the slightest of stings on the back of his hand, were he to look down, he would find a perfect hairline of red. Her nail, edged with a razor sharpness ran neatly along his hand as she took his drink. Half way across the dance floor, she lifted her pinky to her lips to have a slight taste of him.

"Grand, yeah?" He muttered to himself. Only a matter of syntax... pet, he thought, watching with a grin as she took the ruby drop to her lip. Not to be made fool of in his own regular club, he skirted through the crowd that seemed to part from him on command and fill in like shadows as he moved to the DJ's booth to make his requests. A moment later, the floor cleared save for the diehards who formed the moshing mass in the middle, heaving and throbbing with and against one another to the old-school chants. In moments, one arm was already broken, its owner laughing as he carted himself to the bar for another Jagermeister shot before being hauled out the door. Tripp waved a good night to his friend and took the next shot, downing it and joining in, watching for the girl he'd just seen.

She tipped back the last of the drink, she'd acquired from the man. Shoving a girl out of her way as the beat changed and her body beging to move instinctively, Jaime tossed her empty glass into the hands of the girl she'd just discarded. A puckered and blown kiss as Jaime moved into the mass of thumping and thrashing. Holding her own and enjoying as it took her over and her body pulsed.

He spun in a fury, pulling limbs to fling the bodies around him like so many jointed ribbons around a maypole, diving beneath the masses and tossing them over his shoulder until turning to face the blonde. He paused, the form behind him not stopping and tumbling him forward into her.

Her eye brow arched as he tumbled into her, catching him with a strength that was greater than her frame would suggest. Using him as her instrument, she shoved back, crashing him into the one behind him, though holding securely onto him. As the other sailed back from the harsh blow and took another with him, Jaime pulled the man who's drink she'd stolen, back into the crowd with her. She smirked at him, puckering to the air before him and then letting him go. She turned, twisted and ducked under the arms and between the bodies of those behind her, disappearing from his view for the moment. Just on the other side, behind thrashing bodies, she moved and thumped and remained in the mass.

[Lovely]

He was flung back into the fray then let go by her to topple off balance as she disappeared into the middle of the mob. He chuckled and regained himself, moving against the flow, finding his nose bloodied by a heavily swung body or part of one as he maneuvered to center, starting to shout along with the chants of the music and driven on further by the beat.

She was quick with reflex and agile so as not to get hit in the face. She liked her pouuty lips pouty, not swollen. She did get a few good hits to her torso and upper thighs, a couple hard enough that they would bruise. Not that it deterred her any as she moved through the dwindling mass of thrashing bodies. She's sent a few out herself or knocked one into another, which sent one or both out of the midst. She was simply living in the moment, not thinking about anything more than the thrill, the beat, the way her body pulsed and remaining on her feet.

He fought through the mass, snorting steam and letting the blood flow to dry under his breath. Seeing her bob beyond the bodies between them, he pried them out of his way, discarding the bodies like paper toys to get to her, peeling one face from his fist that had connected without a second thought. He smiled an apology though the heap likely never saw it as he hit the floor to be stumbled over until he could be drawn out by friends. The mass was small enough for him to sidle up to her and grasp her arm. "Start counting," he said over the pounding, motioning to the dragged off piles of bruised and pickled flesh.

She throbbed with the beat, turning and being pushed against him, still moving, her body sliding roughly along his. "There's some still standing.." She smirked at him, her hands on his chest, she used him to push off. Slamming herself into the one behind her, an elbow to their jaw as she gave a ferocious low cry of wild abandon.

"Not for long, yeah? Time to build a bigger bonfire," he laughed, letting loose a whoop of his own as they bounced off one another and flying into a full-on frenzy, grasping heads and plowing them together loudly and letting fly steel-toed boots and beer-soaked knees to groins and chests of those left upright, though most were close friends.

She cheered him on with another cry and her arms in the air above her head, before following him as someone slammed dangerously close to her.

He turned as the body flew past her, blowing an apologetic kiss to the wind before her. He grappled the heap that had nearly knocked her down, picking him up by and arm and a knee to use as a battering ram for the remaining few, being careful not to bowl over the blonde as well. "Steeeeeerike!" He called over the music, knocking three down and letting go the body he held. "There you go, Tom... see you next Friday," he yelled at the flying mass that landed with a pained grin on top of the others.

She clapped and tossed her head back in laughter, moving closer to him and circling slowly. "So... just you and me." She called over the music. "What are you going to do about that?"

He motioned to her with a loud whoop that she was going down if he had any say. He looked up to the DJ and motioned him to crank it up. This was the most fun he'd had in a while. He ran a hand beneath his nose and inspected it, seeing that it still ran a little red. He laughed and sniffed with a snarl, giving her a 'come at me' signal.

Her grin darkened as she bent down slightly, looking like a football player about to tackle. Her lips curled as she growled at him, eyes narrowed, looking as if he were her prey. In a quick movement she was heading at him.

He stood with indifference, his head cocked to the side, tucking a hand in his pocket as she came at him, the fingers of his other hand flexing and ready.

She made as if to plow into him, but stopped suddenly and sharply. In a fluid and quick motion she paused twisted and plowed her square heeled boot at his chest.

The hand came up to her ankle as he fell back to his backside, taking her along for the ride.

[Lovely]

She grunted and growled as he pulled her down with him. Her legs splitting and falling straddle like over him, her knees slamming hard onto the floor. She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm on top.. I still win."

"Maybe so, lovely, but I've still got you," he grinned darkly, his hands shifting to her thighs. "Nice view... "

"So glad you are enjoying it." She smirked and held her hand over his chest, in motion to take his. "You're buying me a drink.."

"Why get up? I like it down here," he grinned, moving a hand behind his head, the other lining lazy circles with his thumb on her thigh.

"It's.. something.. but I was hoping for something wet."

He shrugged, "See for yourself, lovely. How wet do you want it?" His thumb moved up more, teasing and taunting. He moved his hand from behind his head and propped himself up to reach her.

She smiled cooly down at him, an eyebrow arched. "Really?" She chuckled darkly, watching him.

"What's that, lovely?" He ticked, grinning as his nails gained more purchase on her leg, his thumb seeking a warmer, softer target.

She smiled, her eyes glancing down to his hand and then to his face. Jaime bent over him, her hands sliding roughly up his chest, her nails took purchase into the flesh of his shoulders. Digging in and gripping him she leaned to his lips, her like feathers that brushed against his as she spoke, quietly, cooly. "I didn't say you could touch me like that." She chuckled as she pushed with her hands, that dug his shoulders and rose up and off him. Her nails slowly being extracted from his flesh, her tongue wrapping around one to taste him as she backed away and slipped into the crowd, smiling dark and taunting.

He laughed and rose to follow. The broken bodies and bruised bystanders around them were cleared as the crowd returned to the dancefloor, filling in behind their wake as they moved through it. He ran a hand over his chest, feeling the damp half-moons seeping through the fabric of his tee. Slapping himself on the marks to bring the sting out more, he grinned, following her to the darkened tables.

She stopped at the bar, slapping the top to get the guy's attention. She grinned devilishly when he jumped and scurried over. "Vodka.. and I want the bottle. A fresh bottle, the good stuff." She arched a brow, her tongue running over her lips as the tender nodded, his eyes moving over her, his want showing clearly. She tipped her head and waved him to his task with a lazy gesture.

He paused and skirted around the bar, seeing her stop and watched her order and tease. A warm curl met his lip briefly and he moved off into shadows in search of more things to break. He finessed his way into getting a couple cigarettes from one girl and pulled a shot from another, taking the bottle from the table as he reemerged to follow the blonde from the bar.

She didn't even pay for the vodka as she winked and blew the tender a kiss, turning away from the bar. She passed a guy and took his cigarette from his lips just after he lit it. The dark gleam in her eye and the smirking smile, the guy just grinned as she passed him by, watching her walk on. She moved to the darker area, mostly abandoned, empty tables and a nice booth, back far enough to be alone but close enough to watch the action and slip into it with ease if she chose to. Setting her glass and her bottle to the table, she sank down into the padded bench and dropped the pack of cigs she lifted off some girl, on the table beside the bottle and glass. Jaime lifted the lit cig to her lip and took a long drag, holding it and letting it out slowly as she eyes the crowd like a predator, seeking it's next meal.