Darlin'you give love a bad name (Open).

[Marcus Drago]

He watched her carefully as she danced on the counter, shaking her luxurious butt for every guy and gal to enjoy. And enjoy the did, finding her movements very alluring and cheering to the sexiness of her step. His eyes only grew wider at the realization that he was paying for this little show of of grace the woman was performing. Though he did not state it to the woman because he did not want to ruin her fun, but if she poured anything more than two hundred dollars could afford then she would be on her own for the rest of the bill. 

His pupils ran to the bottle of liquor near him. His hand moved to the direction where the flask was, not reaching all the way to receive it. Instead the bottle would find its way towards him and into his fingers. At the bottom of the bottle would be metal wrapping around it. The metal was a new addition to the glass, not being there when the man gave the drink to the daemon. His hand would bring the round rim up to his lips and the drink would flow down his throat while his eyes stayed on the dancing woman. He would then settle the glass bottle down on the table again, half full, but the metal would not be on the large flask anymore. Instead it would be on his finger, dressed in the form of a ring. It was a jewelry that he carried with him when his blade could not follow. No mater where he went metal would always be with him. It was a necessity for him to never leave the house without one piece of metal in his arsenal.

Marcus enjoyed the show of the beautiful female on the counter but he found boredom as quick as he found amusement from her actions. She was beautiful, she drew everyone's attention, especially her butt, yet he still had no interest in giving this woman a shred of attention. She was another female not worth his time like many of the others. And no matter how beautiful her body would look, it just wasn't enough to keep Marcus attracted to her. He gave a long yawn and a look as though he was bored of everything. His eyes scanned the area before his bottom left the seat. He wanted to find a way to kill his boredom and let go of his stress inside him, so he did something many would call stupid.

He moved to where the woman was dancing and extended his hand, the one that held the ring, to her. Of course he had to pass through the crowd of people cheering and enjoying her view. The other hand that was not extended to the female would go to the dance floor where dancing was more appropriate. It was a gesture saying that he wanted to dance with her to kill the boredom she gave him. Though if his senses went off ANY time he was with her he would walk away and never look back. He had no wish to die today, despite the death wish move that he was making. He was taking a risk every day stepping out into the world, so why not enjoy the risk with a woman in his arms. If she refused then he wouldn't mind. He would actually feel grateful and leave this establishment. If she agreed then he would help her down, leading her to a none vacant stool for her to walk on. Though the stool would be too high for her to gracefully step off of so he would pick her up into his arms, princess style, and gently place her feet on the ground so that she would be able to walk on the solid floor. She would notice that his arms was not extremely muscular but still firm and carried enough bulge for her to feel the complete roundness and guess his abnormal strength. He would listen to everyone's boo's directed towards him for ruining the impressive show of the woman, but his mind would be focused more on her, the main attraction.   

[Leta Raz Hades]

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So the girl turned down her game. It was a shame, but it didn’t stop Danni from enjoying herself. With Locutus’ shrug she seemed to have taken permission to be naughty and was thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting. There were, though to be expected, a few people cheering. Something hypnotic in the girl’s moments and the ways she flipped her hair, strutting that incredible figure to the loud and wonderful rock that was being played from the booth in the corner of the bar. Bar footed, she danced over the glasses and filled them until the bottle was almost empty, then she pressed the spout to her own, wonderfully full lips, and drank the dregs from the bottle neat.

Waiting until she caught Loc’s eye, she winked at him and tossed the empty bottle towards the muscular bartender. If he didn’t look her way then she’d still throw it at him all the same. That smirk was addictive, that gaze of hers like the most wonderful honey and candy in the world. Naturally her eyes trickled over a man who had, in many respects, been her companion. She wanted the feel of his arms around her hips, the feel of his hands on her skin, she wanted to test his mind and to willingly fall prey to his games. But for now, she kept her distance, merely blowing him a playful kiss with those succulent lips of hers.

She was about to reach for the next bottle, ready to relight her little game when her hooded friend, her first target and the cause of her behaviour this evening reached his hand for hers. He held his hand up to her and she looked down at him, seeing him indicate the dance floor.

Her little ploy had clearly worked, so distracted (one way or the other) had he become with her movements that he reached out to her now, not the other way around. Of course, she wouldn’t destroy his trust straight away. Whatever had given him reason to flinch away from her before was still there, lurking she was sure, but this was definitely progress. But she didn’t refuse. She took his hand, delicate with her own and used the stool she had once been occupying to practically float down from the bar surface. She stepped out, painted toe first, onto the seat and then when she was balanced there she put his hand on her hip; motioning that he lift her down from the high seat. The pout on her lips, the allure of her skin and the pulsing of the freshly starting Aerosmith song all suggested he wouldn’t refuse her this act of gentlemanly kindness. After all, he’d offered her the dance.

But he refused her blatant flirt and instead of being able to wrap her wonderful legs around him, he lifted her princess style down to the ground. Without her heels (which she had long left behind) she was smaller looking, much daintier and doll like in her tiny way. She touched her feet down to the ground, still stood on tiptoe and gave him a smile his wonderful behaviour. Of course, there was upset that she was no longer dancing on the bar, but the girl didn’t seem to notice as she took his hand and forcibly (particularly if he tried to refuse her) dragged him to the dance floor with her, to the very centre. There, those attentions she had been given the bottle and the bar were laid out for him, she danced around him, her hand in his, twisting and spinning. Her movements playful as she brushed her body against him.

A little musical accompaniment

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The childish young woman began to have a conversation with the man standing with her, they spoke quiet enough so their voices could not be your heard in the crowd. She nodded and listened to what he had to say, giving no hints on what they were talking about.

After some time, Ella finally took her eyes off Varik, and looked around the large room. The woman and mad had relocated to the center of the dance floor. The man surely was a sucker, falling right into her trap. Ella couldn't help but roll her eyes as she turned her attention back to Varik. Giving him a hug, she said her goodbye and took out her journal. Tearing out a piece of paper, she wrote something down ans Walked over to the couple, not caring about interrupting. She handed the paper to Marcus. "When you need me to return the favor, and save your ass." Finishing her sentence with a wink. A second later she was gone. Vanished right before their eyes. Most people wouldn't have seen, and the ones that did were probably stupid drunk to realize anyway.

[Tursac Fescarn]

As the drinks were set down he slides the money for them over to Locutus with a smile "Thanks" he calls out. trying to be heard above the noise they called music.  He grabs one of the glasses and starts to drink as his gaze wanders once more to the woman dancing on the bar who was now being approached by another man from the bar and being helped down off the bar, following them as the went to the floor and started dancing "Aye, looks fun for sure" he comments to himself as he takes another drink before noticing another girl approaching the pair and then suddenly disappearing.  He blinks as he stared at where the woman had been but was no longer.  She couldn't have disappeared... could she?  He sets the glass down on the table as he thought about it, finally deciding that she had moved when someone else had moved in front of her.  Accepting this answer he goes back to his drink, chuckling as he watched the two dance.