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Post by Christa Williams on Oct 12, 2009 11:19:29 GMT 9.5
Crista parked her black Ferrari and looked over her sunglasses, raising her eyebrows at a very lovely hunk of man-meat leaning against a building.
She slid out of the car, red stilettos clicking as she stood up, tugging slightly on the black leather miniskirt she wore that barely covered her. She tossed her brown hair, letting it fall around her before sliding the sunglasses up over her head.
Her gold top glinted in the lamp-light. She looked around, eyes searching until she found the sign. She walked towards the club with a smile on her red lips.
After a small bribe, the bouncer let her through. She stepped onto the dance floor, the music pounding in her head and her chest. She began to dance, keeping an eye to the bar, seeing if she could entice a young thing to her side.
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 13, 2009 4:34:32 GMT 9.5
Dementis sat in the bar, tossing back a few drinks. After the past couple of days, he needed a drink or twenty. He'd driven people insane, as usual, but then there was that Darius guy. He seemed to still have somewhat of a grip on himself...somehow. And Dementis wasn't even going to think about the graveyard incident.
He turned and saw a girl dancing. He let himself sort of roam her thoughts. She seemed decent enough a target. Maybe if he just let her come to him...
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Post by Christa Williams on Oct 13, 2009 8:43:34 GMT 9.5
She did a little spin, feeling eyes on her. Her own roamed the bar, looking for the source. A flirty smile lit up her features as she found they eyes she was looking for.
She gave a flirty little shake of her hips, attempting to entice him to the floor. He was cute. Young and fresh. Just her type. She licked her lips slowly, curling her finger to motion him to her.
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 13, 2009 8:56:12 GMT 9.5
Dementis grinned back. Bingo...Not bad lookin', either. This would prove fun after all.
As if playing along with a charade, he looked around to see he was the only one at the bar. He knew she was motioning to him; he just wanted to play this out. He looked her over as he set his empty glass down and put some money on the counter.
He got up and walked over to her, brushing by other people, but not caring. When he got to her, he looked at her and smiled. "Yes?" he asked, almost teasingly.
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Post by Christa Williams on Oct 13, 2009 8:59:43 GMT 9.5
She tittered and turned to him, lifting her hands over her head and bringing them down in a slow motion in accordance with the beat. "Not used to such a powerful girl?" she teased, winking. She leaned in. "Don't worry. I'll let you lead. For now."
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 13, 2009 9:08:05 GMT 9.5
Dementis winked back, starting to dance in time with her as he spoke. "Oh, I can handle a powerful girl; I'm used to it. You just shoulda been here three beers ago." He grinned a mischievous grin. "Well...that's sweet of ya. Name's Ty. You got a name, or is 'That cute chick on the dance floor' good enough?""
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Post by Christa Williams on Oct 13, 2009 9:13:38 GMT 9.5
She laughed. "Well, I'm sorry that I was so late. I'll keep that in mind next time when I'm leaving work." She smiled back at him. "My name is Christa. It's nice to meet you, Ty. Though if you want to continue to call me the cute chick on the dance floor, I won't mind. Just as long as I can call you the hottie at the bar."
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 13, 2009 9:22:59 GMT 9.5
"It's fine. Better late than never." He said slyly. "Nice name. You're too sweet." He chuckled a little. I'm just doing this to get inside her mind better. Make my job easier. He told himself, even though he knew full well that was a bunch of crap....
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Post by Christa Williams on Oct 13, 2009 9:31:15 GMT 9.5
"Mmm...I am, am I?" She leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I can be naughty, if you want." She pushed herself against him slightly, rubbing against him with the beat.
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 13, 2009 9:37:42 GMT 9.5
Dementis chuckled, letting her wrap her arms around him. "Naughty, huh? That's always fun. How naughty ya talkin'?" He let her rub against him, still moving with the beat. By this point, he'd stopped convincing himself that he was "just doing his job." Maybe he'd do that later....
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Post by Christa Williams on Oct 13, 2009 9:42:04 GMT 9.5
She kissed his cheek. "As naughty as you want," she murmured. The song changed to a faster song, and she moved to the front of him, her back pressed against his front. She continued to dance. "So, how about it? You interested?"
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 13, 2009 9:49:29 GMT 9.5
"Mmm...sounds like a plan," he murmured as she kissed his cheek. He smiled as the song changed and she moved. He danced in time with her as she stayed against him.
"So, how about it? You interested?"
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Am I interested? I couldn't be more interested..." he whispered in her ear.
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Post by Christa Williams on Oct 13, 2009 9:51:11 GMT 9.5
"Mmmm..." she murmured, sliding his hand to her thigh. "Good. Your place or mine?" She guided his hand up her thigh to her hip, grin on her face.
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 13, 2009 10:03:21 GMT 9.5
He smiled feeling her guide his hand up her thigh. He let his hand stay on her hip. "Well, my place is really on the messy side right now. How 'bout yours?" He was well aware that he had little to no intention of driving her insane. He just needed a little....fun. After all, he'd had a rough time lately.
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Post by Christa Williams on Oct 13, 2009 10:06:34 GMT 9.5
"Sounds good." She smiled up at him. "Want to head out now, or...continue dancing?" She winked. "Because I have a Ferrari just waiting to really be broken in."
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