Post by Lovely on Jul 27, 2009 13:42:28 GMT -5
September 27, 2008
Nightclub
"here... yours seems to be empty again, lovely.."
"thank you."
"I'll take another for myself..."
*picks up bottle*...
watches him quietly
"Cheers..." swigs and smiles, a brilliant fire igniting in his eyes with the liquor and good mood...
Sees the girl across the room with the wings... chuckles quietly and turns to Jaime... "See her? She wouldn't last an hour..."
"Prove it." She smirks, unimpressed.
He turned to regard the blonde straight on, a curious and amused smirk of his own crowning his thin lips. "Serious?" He leaned and spoke closely, teasingly and tauntingly sweet in her ear. "And how... would you like me to prove it? And where? I'm game for just about anything," he said. He'd been learning about her games and amusements, finding slowly how much they meshed with his own.
Her hand slid up his chest and she smiled, dangerously just before giving him a harsh shove backwards. Her soft chuckle floated after him as she turned away. "If I have to tell you.. then it's pointless."
"Come now, lovely," his voice floated to her as he followed. "Wouldn't want a misunderstanding... whether to make it a lasting show or a one off for the evening, yeah? Or don't you like to keep your toys a while?"
"I'd like to keep my toys longer.. but i usually break them so.." She pouted, chewing on the inside of her lower lip and lowering her lashes. Perfectly pretty and perfectly wicked. Her shoulders rose in a slight shrug as her eyes cast to her fingers, which played idly with a loose lock of curling blonde hair.
"Such a pity.... like I said.. not even an hour... probably won't make it past the first dance," he grinned, blowing her a kiss as he stepped away to ensnare the brunette who danced in a doorless cage by the main risers at the end of the dance floor. She seemed to enjoy wild... he was curious to see how wild she could stand.
Though she held her pouting, her eyes left her fingers and followed his every move. Even when another man approached and began chatting her up for a dance. She flirted and eyed the heathen in front of her, with mild, distracted intrest, her attention focused on -HIM- and his prey.
He moved like a ghost through the crowd, slipping between bodies, whispering around them unnoticed and untouched, though he did his share on his way past, slipping a bottle from one hand and a cigarette from another without a flinch. The ones he lifted the burdens from seemed to leave the dancefloor quickly after, seeking seats or walls, shaken in some unseen fashion.
Once he neared the girl in her gilded prison, the bottle sank to his lips to be finished neatly and the cigarette abandoned carelessly to the floor after a final puff, the smoke lingering like that in his gaze beneath the coal smudges that accentuated it. He smiled warmly like a snake as he slid alongside the bars from the outside, watching her as she moved.
The girl ignored him, closing her eyes, continuing to move in spite of his close presence. He hung off the bars, half falling, it seemed, before launching neatly to the top to look down inside from above her. He laid down and gazed lazily at her, then looked across to Jaime, finding her watching with mild interest.
Nightclub
"here... yours seems to be empty again, lovely.."
"thank you."
"I'll take another for myself..."
*picks up bottle*...
watches him quietly
"Cheers..." swigs and smiles, a brilliant fire igniting in his eyes with the liquor and good mood...
Sees the girl across the room with the wings... chuckles quietly and turns to Jaime... "See her? She wouldn't last an hour..."
"Prove it." She smirks, unimpressed.
He turned to regard the blonde straight on, a curious and amused smirk of his own crowning his thin lips. "Serious?" He leaned and spoke closely, teasingly and tauntingly sweet in her ear. "And how... would you like me to prove it? And where? I'm game for just about anything," he said. He'd been learning about her games and amusements, finding slowly how much they meshed with his own.
Her hand slid up his chest and she smiled, dangerously just before giving him a harsh shove backwards. Her soft chuckle floated after him as she turned away. "If I have to tell you.. then it's pointless."
"Come now, lovely," his voice floated to her as he followed. "Wouldn't want a misunderstanding... whether to make it a lasting show or a one off for the evening, yeah? Or don't you like to keep your toys a while?"
"I'd like to keep my toys longer.. but i usually break them so.." She pouted, chewing on the inside of her lower lip and lowering her lashes. Perfectly pretty and perfectly wicked. Her shoulders rose in a slight shrug as her eyes cast to her fingers, which played idly with a loose lock of curling blonde hair.
"Such a pity.... like I said.. not even an hour... probably won't make it past the first dance," he grinned, blowing her a kiss as he stepped away to ensnare the brunette who danced in a doorless cage by the main risers at the end of the dance floor. She seemed to enjoy wild... he was curious to see how wild she could stand.
Though she held her pouting, her eyes left her fingers and followed his every move. Even when another man approached and began chatting her up for a dance. She flirted and eyed the heathen in front of her, with mild, distracted intrest, her attention focused on -HIM- and his prey.
He moved like a ghost through the crowd, slipping between bodies, whispering around them unnoticed and untouched, though he did his share on his way past, slipping a bottle from one hand and a cigarette from another without a flinch. The ones he lifted the burdens from seemed to leave the dancefloor quickly after, seeking seats or walls, shaken in some unseen fashion.
Once he neared the girl in her gilded prison, the bottle sank to his lips to be finished neatly and the cigarette abandoned carelessly to the floor after a final puff, the smoke lingering like that in his gaze beneath the coal smudges that accentuated it. He smiled warmly like a snake as he slid alongside the bars from the outside, watching her as she moved.
The girl ignored him, closing her eyes, continuing to move in spite of his close presence. He hung off the bars, half falling, it seemed, before launching neatly to the top to look down inside from above her. He laid down and gazed lazily at her, then looked across to Jaime, finding her watching with mild interest.