Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 1:27:38 AM)
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Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 1:29:15 AM)
((You start or me?))
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 1:34:57 AM)
Amid the press of bodies that crowded around the dance floor, Stasia stood pressed against one of the railings that lines the enclosure. Down a short hallway was an Emergency Exit that stood propped open to allow access to the smokers patio. It would also provide escape should she need it. She was dressed the part, in a plaid mini skirt and snarky-tee. Around her throat, a thin cat-collar dangled with a rhinestone charm. Large hoops were worn in her ears, and heeled boots slid sleekly along her calves. Her dark hair was up-swept, with a few loos tendrils curling in the damp humidity framing her face. A large blue-lightening margarita with a zazzy name was placed on the top of the shelving provided.
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 1:35:10 AM)
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Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 1:35:28 AM)
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Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 1:36:00 AM)
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Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 1:38:55 AM)
The air is alive with different scents, vibrations, and emanations from the Shining Children all around me. Some of them look to me warily and avoid my presence and others are content to just ignore me mundanely. A few give me looks which I don't return despite the easy-going smile on my face. No, I'm far more intent this evening.
On her.
I stalk closer amidst the teeming masses, letting her catch a glimpse of me before disappearing into the throng once more. Reappearing, vanishing. Always getting closer. Playfully hunting while ignoring the others around me. Dark eyes focused solely on my quarry.
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 1:48:04 AM)
Two-times. Stasia's lips slide upward into an easy smile. What -was- he doing here. There was the fact that she'd left a note at the Warehouse, but it had been part of the 'deal'. One did not separate themselves from their pride without alerting the others of their whereabouts. Maybe he was looking out for her, or maybe - he was checking to see if she'd made good on her word. She lifts her chin with a self-satisfied expression. Her bold-clothing choice said it quite plainly. She wasn't looking to be taken home. Not by any of the 'regular crowd' at least. Her drink is lifted in sublime and effortless fluidity of form to touch her lips. It could have been professionally orchestrated, as the upward slosh of the blue liquid brings attention to her glossed mouth and delicate wrist. Over the brim of the glass, her eyes survey the crowd, attempting to track his progress.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 1:52:39 AM)
It's fun; this little game of cat and mouse. I move easily with a predatory grace amidst the normal humans out enjoying their weekend. Always looking at her as she looks at me, lips quirking into a grin, then vanishing once more. The sort of intentional coy that makes the line between seeing and being allowed to see murkier.
"You look lovely." My voice whispers next to her hear in absence of my body.
Barely audible over the sound of the music she'd see my shoulders laughing as I finish my gradual appoach a moment later off to her right.
"Very lovely." I purr, leaning in to be heard. "Where do you find these wonderful clothes?"
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 1:57:22 AM)
onsequence.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 1:57:40 AM)
((Disregard that last bit, for whatever reason my YIM cross-posted))
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 2:02:17 AM)
Her head tilts, "Mostly on the internet. Some in specialty shops. Some in my travels. Chandra and I often shop together. Now, Red joins us. It's sort of a girl thing. It helps keep things... normal." Her voice was for his ears alone. Doubtless paining several who had been casting longing glances her way and had yet to determine the best approach, Stasia steps closer to Jason. "I didn't expect you to be here." She admits. Her drink is lifted again, and he is studied by her silvery gaze, mesmerizing with the intense application of shadow.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 2:11:34 AM)
"I was going to stay home but then thought... I should go out and live a bit." I grin, sliding an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "Hard to get to know you better if I don't try doing the things you like."
I'm at ease here in the club though my attire's somewhat indistinct. I'd put on a nice pair of jeans and my 'buddhist punk' tee under an open button down black shirt. I thought it was funny but then again, I also have supernatural rage in me. Whatever shoes I had complete the ensemble. Obviously, what few clothes I brought with me didn't include specifically club gear.
"Not that I'm checking up on you or anything." My eyes gleam playfully. "But if someone bothered you I'd feel all bad. I'd have to defend you. I'd have fun doing that."
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 2:13:24 AM)
She takes a step closer. Her body swayed, brushing against his. "I'm sure you would." She was careful of her shoes. The heel was so thin and pointed she was nearly afraid they would snap if she moved too swiftly. But then, that was very likely also one of the reasons she'd chosen them.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 2:16:43 AM)
"Mmm hmm."
And then I lean forward to kiss her eagerly, lingering the contact there and holding her tight. I can almost hear the sounds of hearts breaking in the foreground as anyone who'd had designs witnesses my move. Nothing without a reason, hmm? Sue me but I feel mildly territorial though I've little official right to do so just yet.
"You look like you could kill someone with those heels." I grin, looking down then back up. My tone and demeanor make it seem as if I'd find it funny if she were to do just that. "Would you care to dance?"
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 2:17:45 AM)
"You look like you could kill someone with those heels." I grin, looking down then back up. My tone and demeanor make it seem as if I'd find it funny if she were to do just that. "Would you care to dance?"*
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 2:23:31 AM)
Her hands tangle in his hair, and she certainly put on a show for any spectators by angling closer with a languid, lacivious undulation of her hip bringing her flush with his thigh. Her mouth parts for the press of his tongue, and her eyes are dazzling when he tugs away. "A girl can't be too careful..." Stasia rejoins. HEr head angled to slide to view her own shoewear. "... yes. I expect I could." She lightly tests the durability of the heel without over-bowing. "I think I'd like to dance." She decided, her fingers finding his and interlacing.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 2:28:20 AM)
"That's so sexy." I grin, leading her by out interlocked fingers to the floor.
The beat pulses through my body and while I'm not particularly a professional at dancing I definately have grace courtesy of my heritage and I'm used to putting on shows. Usually of a more illicit variety but stage presence can go a ways towards non-pressure situations like this as well.
One hand on the small of her back to keep her close as I move, nothing overly showy yet but definately containing the beat. Ears registering the notes and turning music into movement.
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 2:34:47 AM)
The bell on her collar jingles. Lost in the din of the crowd and the sound of the speakers. Dancing, so that was what they were going to call it. Surely, there was something far more primal in the mating ritual the two were enacting on the floor. Imagination and alcohol, lethal combinations. Stasia allows herself to be pulled close. Her hips buck as the two catch the tempo. She catches his hand, and allows him to turn her. She presses against him, facing away as she arched her spine and ran her fingertips over his jawline. She tugged their still interlaced fingers forward, placing his on the hem of her wife-beater resting just above her navel-ring.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 2:40:23 AM)
I trace the line of the shirt across her stomach, finger tips gently touching the piercing in her navel and running along the ring. Fingers splay across her stomach then just to feel her skin while my other hand slides up along the outside of her hip while we sway and move to the tune.
It's always fun when there's more going on than is apparent.
To the humans we're two people simply enjoying an evening on the floor but to those in the know it's so much more. Bastet and kin, cat and woman, feeling each other out less with words and more with gestures, with action. Asking and telling without need for vocalization beyond the happy purrs which rumble from my throat against her hair as I press myself against her to enjoy her scent.
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 2:53:39 AM)
Her lips part and her eyes close to mere slits. A more contented kitten there could not be. It was the perfect way to spend an evening in New Orleans. A handsome, mysterious partner; an unfolding flirtation; the balmy summer night with the scent of the city carried through the open patio door... It was felicitous, and right. The lights that surround the dance floor blur to a kaleidoscope of color though the curtain of dusky lashes and the faces of the denizens that crowd the bar blur into peachy hues lacking substance and consequence. Her hands trail from his hand and along his arm, moving upward as her body turns. Her hands are splayed on his bicep, and she sashays around him with libidinous grace, circling him. Her scent was a sirens song, and familiar. Surely, more than one couple stares at one or both with more than politely feigned interest.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 3:03:18 AM)
The people, the lights, the music... it all begins to blend together into a miscellaneous background. I don't notice their attention, I don't notice what song is even playing, lost in the moment and performing alongside her. With her. For her. The touch of her hand on mine is like an electrical tingle that reverberates through my body and her scent alone is more intoxicating than anything I might drink here.
I kiss her as she circles me with those nearly closed eyes, intense and deep, making no secret my interest in her. I feel the way her muscles move underneath her warm skin and I refuse to let her go as we go on. My own eyes close and then open, slowly, methodically, cat-like in displaying my ease with her.
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 3:09:57 AM)
Her throat falls back and her fingers splay on his chest. She was watching the two of them in the floor to ceiling mirrors that surround them. The taste of the tequila mixed with other tart and sweet substances lingers on her lips. A few people now glance on with hostility. After all, why didn't the two just get a room? Surely, the anticipation of the ritual that fueled each of them was misintrepreted by those who did not understand for the sizzling passions of well-acquainted lovers. Even the most obtuse could see the magnatism that scalded between the two of them, licking like wildfire. The lights begin to flicker. 3 am. Closing time. Jason could well follow her down the few stairs of the raised dancefloor.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 3:14:33 AM)
Closing time... I smile to her and lean in to kiss her throat very gently before taking her hand once more and leading her down the steps. I wouldn't want her to fall in those heels so I go at her pace, blood boiling in my veins with passion after that last dance. Now I do notice some of the glares but I still ignore them; they don't matter. She does.
"You're a superb dancer." I say to her, nudging her gently with my forehead. "Shall we dance away from these jealous gazes into the moonlight?"
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 3:17:23 AM)
She nods. Her fingers lift to brush against a certain spot on her throat. She smiles. "I liked dancing with you. I'm usually more of a spectator." She was in no hurry. The glass was emptied as they exit. "I took a cab. Did you drive?" She smiles, hoping he had. She would like to ride home with him.... or anywhere really. "Is there anything else you'd like to do?"
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 3:21:28 AM)
"I can drive us, yep." I grin. "Though my ride's not fancy by any stretch of the word."
There's a lot of things I'd like to do, most of them involving her, but they'd have unpleasant consequences in public... like getting the police chasing us all around. That could be fun too but then she'd have to leave her nice stilletos to run and I'd hate to do that.
"Mmm, I want to spend more time with you." I answer her. "We can drive down to the French Quarter and keep mingling, go see the river, relax in Audubon Park... or I could take you home and we can keep dancing."
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 3:24:07 AM)
"You're the driver." Once out of doors, she opens her handbag and tugs one of her clove cigarettes free and places it to her lips. She was grateful for the lifting breeze that cooled her flushed skin. A step closer to Jason put her out of the way of a stumbling couple. Somewhere on the lot, a fight was already breaking out. "Maybe I do want to go home." She murmurs. "... the Saturday night crowd is only fun 'before' closing time." Stas reasons.
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 3:24:48 AM)
The cigarette was placed to her lips and her lighter flared to leave the cherry a burnt-orange pinpoint of a flare in the night.
Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 3:26:11 AM)
((to the Warehouse?))
Stasia Stonerook (Jun 18, 2011 3:27:09 AM)
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Jason Niles (Jun 18, 2011 3:27:24 AM)
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