Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me || Open

[desoto kadyn maddox]

He needed to get out. He needed to have some fun. Where else to do so than the local dance club. A sly smirk graced the male's lips as he twirled glass around on the axis of his left wrist. He wasn't one for drinking, but he did every now and then. He didn't care if he was becoming just like his father, he would deal with that when the time came. He sighed rather dramatically and set the half empty glass on the counter beside him. The smirk grew as he slowly folded his left leg over his right one. He straightened up in the stool he was sitting on and leaned his back against the bar. He carefully shook his cerulean bangs from his matching eyes which scanned the dance floor. He lifted the glass again and took a swig of it, finishing it off in an instant. He slammed the glass back down on the bar and flicked a wrist to signal a refill.

He didn't even glance back as the bartender took his glass. His gaze was focused on the crowds of close moving bodies. He rolled his eyes and looked back right as his glass was returned beside him. He nodded a quick thanks and swiped up the glass and immidiately taking a swig. He was simply clad in a tight fitted sleeveless black shirt that showed off his pale, lean muscled arms. A pair of light blue skinny jeans clung to his long, slender legs and held up with a white pyramid studded belt. A pair of black hi-top chucks completed the look. His hair was teased to look semi-messy and laid limp over his shoulders as always. He licked the alcohol off his lips and simply held the glass delicately in his hand.

He leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling of the dance club. The flashing lights didn't bother him, though his eyes did hurt a little being exposed for so long to them. He carefully closed his eyes and sat there for a moment, taking in the music of the club. He could feel the vibrations on his arms which were propped up on the bar behind him. He didn't know what to do with himself now. He merely waited for something to come along, or for someone to play with. He was in the mood for some excitement. He just had to wait for it to come along at the right moment

word count; 430
tag; open
music; "Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me" by Tata Young
Notes; Not the best starters of all, but I like it.

[alice claire black]

When I walk into the room people stop and stare
It's like nobody else is there
You know it's me not you
Who said anything about you
Wearing

She could hear the sounds of the club as she walked up to the bouncer. The music was loud, the guys were fine and the drink would be coming all night. Alice couldn't think of a better way to start the night off. She practically lived at the night club on the weekends. She was a regular. The bouncer didn't bother carding her. He knew her by name. "Alice", he spoke. "Looking good babe". She smiled at the oversized brute. She flared her pherokinensis just a tad to give him a thrill. She giggled and kept walking as he had to re-adjust himself.

Head began to turn as she walked into the club. Her gift made her a moving target, saying 'come get me'. The sensual aura that surrounded her was already affecting the males in the room. After two centuries she had gotten used to their advances. When they got too far or not to her liking she reversed it. Made them want to leave. She would have to give the devil some credit. He had a way with gifts.

She looked around before moving far from the door. The club was pack tonight. She saw several of the students from Forevermore. Soi much sin and vice compiled into one place was just thrilling. No wonder she enjoyed this club so well. You could get away with nearly anything. That was exactly how Alice liked it.

Her hips swayed to the heavy beat of the club. She really liked this song. It was poppy and fast. She grinned to herself and made her way toward the dance floor. She wanted to work up a thirst and get trashed later. She felt their eyes on her. They were too intimidated to come dance with her. She could only imagine they thought she was just too perfect. She did have an angel face after all. She swayed and moved to the beat, loosing herself into the music. She closed her eyes and mouthed the words of the song silently.

Alice stayed on the dance floor for a few more songs. Her incredibly warm body temperature had increased with the activity. She wanted a drink. It wouldn't take long for someone to buy one for her. She just had to work the charms and her gift to get what she wanted. She walked up to the bar. Her hips still moved softly to the beat from the dance floor. Leaning against the bar, she flagged down the barkeep with a bat of the lashes and a smile. "Jack on the rocks baby," her soft voice purred over the noise of the club.