Cayson was chatting animatedly with Radin as the two of them sauntered into the Panic Room with a group of their closer friends. Once inside, their group seemed to disperse. Like a live thing, the pendragons melded into the rest of the crowd. Cayson led Radin through the various dancers for a little ways, his left hand trailing behind him as he directed with his right shoulder. Personally, this type of scene wasn't Cay's favourite. Too many people here from school. Too many pendragons that he rather disliked. Even as this thought crossed his mind, a girl he knew from his architecture class seemed to materialize in front of him, successfully blocking his path. She was all smiles, and this made Cayson cringe inwardly. He knew her name to be Vasael. She was shorter, had light powder blue fur, violent purple hair with white streaks, and was a little spunky. Case liked her better than some of the others in that class - mainly because she'd managed to get some genuine belly laughs out of him on occasion. But, still. She wasn't someone he really considered to be a friend. Then came the question he knew was coming. "Want to dance?" she queried, smiling and tilting her head just so. Cayson beamed a polite smile of his own right back, then shook his head. "Maybe later. I'm kind of spoken for at the moment," he said loudly as he glanced over his shoulder. Radin was there in his wake, wondering why Cayson had stopped so abruptly. Cayson seized Radin by the hand and pulled him closer, glancing back at the girl as if to say See? The girl then disappeared with a flirtatious wink just as quickly as she had appeared. Most likely intent on trying to take him up on his Maybe later on in the evening. "Sometimes, you know, just sometimes, I wish I could just... grr," Cayson mumbled. He sighed, deciding to forget it. The atmosphere in here was okay. It was hot. Loud. Smelly. But that was to be expected. Both he and Radin had come dressed appropriately for the heat. Cayson was wearing a sleeveless, strangely stitched, black shirt along with his favourite pair of grey pants. What perhaps this place lacked in other ways, it made up most definately in rhythm. Although the music was producing a lot of this rhythm, Cayson fancied that the dancers themselves were producing their own sort of vibe. It was contagious. Soon after the pair of pendragons found themselves dancing, completely in tune with the club vibe. Mind you, Cayson himself wasn't much of a dancer (although this could be just modesty). He'd been known to step on toes and bump into people every now and then. Sure he had a few good moves. But what did that matter? What mattered was the music. Being enveloped in that music. Possessed by it. Music was love.
Temyc was indeed impressed by this old man and he watched him intently. "Oh...yes" he grinned then began to move his feet in a karioka (Basically stepping one over the other really quickly...aka fancy foot work) then he closed his eyes once more to the music and everything slowed down to him. He brought out his tail grabbing the chair and pulled it to himself, doing a cartwheel over it without touching the chair, landing on his feet, his tail still holding onto the chair. Pulling the chair back to him once again this time he jumped onto it and put a foot onto its back, pushing forward and letting go of the chair. The chair lurched forward and fell down onto its back..Temyc merely jumped with a backflip off of it with a landing on his stomach.....well that wasnt how he was supposed to land in his thoughts but he recovoredd pretty quickly. He spun onto his back real quick then did a kip back up to his feet then began to do some more fancy foot work as his tail grabbed the chair once more and threw it up over his head. He did another back flip and hooked it with his foot as he did so, bring it back down at ending up standing ontop of the chair when he landed. "You might want to get your meds old man, this kid is over the top for you"
Del smiled slightly, barely able to mask his surprise at the close quarters dance he was invited into. nevertheless, he went along with it, and enjoyed it fairly well. He watched the contest over Ri's shoulder with a slight smirk. <span style='color:red'>The old-timer is way out of his league with the break-dancing kid. He's got some sharp moves in him, sure, but the breakdancing is extremely hard to do.</span> he observed, as much to himself as to Ri. He wondered if he should show someone up, but then thought better than it. it wouldn't be fair to get acrobatic on them... he thought, grinning slightly. His eyes wandered the crowd a bit, picking up various types of people here and there, but nothing that stood out so much to him. He looked into Ri's eyes for a moment and smiled, wondering what she was thinking, or, perhaps more accurately, what she thought of him. He carefully kept in step with his partners movements, slightly off-beat for personal style.
For a few moments, Riot forgot the arrogant duo behind her, and she fell into a powerful dance rhythm with Del. Together, they moved through three separate songs, each as pumping as its predecessor. Before long, though, Riot felt a bit fatigued by the fast pace, and the heat was getting to her head, so she called ditch. She put a white hand on her partner's shoulder to indicate that she was stepping off the dance floor, and then she turned and slunk through the crowds, heading back towards the juice bar. But before she made it there, the progressing dance-off caught her attention. She paused on the fringes of the crowd, and noticed that quite a few pendragons had stopped dancing, and were grouped around the adult and the break-dancer. One of them had drawn a chair into the center of the floor, and she scowled a bit to herself, worried that its legs would scratch up the brand new flooring. But she didn't move in to chide them. Instead, she watched their alternating moves for a few minutes, before giving them a dismissive look. Egocentric males, Riot said to herself as she turned away, this time not pausing again until she reached the bar. Though she was throbbing with heat, she didn't order a drink right away. Instead, she crooked an elbow on the countertop, then turned to peer at the dance floor. First, her mismatched eyes sought out Del, wondering if he was still out there, perhaps even with another thill. But before she found him, Riot's gaze fell upon a much more familiar face. Make that two. Cayson and Radin were amidst the pulsating throngs, dancing already, and Ri couldn't help but smile brightly at them. After all, as of lately, they were her best friends... ...and if she wanted to be honest with herself, she was hoping one of the two would become more than that. She'd noticed that she had butterflies in her stomach recently, whenever she saw him, or spoke with him — which was quite often, considering they shared a dormitory. She'd always thought he was attractive, but now she was undeniably falling for him. Falling pretty hard, too, for even as she watched the two dance, her eyes always strayed to him, and her insides practically melted with the heat his movements incited within her. Finally, after watching the pair of ardens for a few moments — and noticing that they were gradually getting closer and closer together, whether that was because of the crowd or because they just wanted to get on each other — Riot left the juice bar, and headed towards them. Her initial desire was to call out their names, and wave wildly, but she didn't think that was very, well, debonaire. Plus, what were the chances they'd hear her above the roar? Hence, instead, she calmly slunk amongst the dancers, essentially sneaking upon Cayson and Radin. Actually, she was moreso sneaking upon Case; his back was to her, but Radin was facing him, so he spotted Riot as she moved towards them. She saw the recognition in his face, but she put a finger to her lips as she prowled to Cayson's back. Instead of greeting him by saying his name or tapping his shoulder, she simply jumped into his rhythm, putting her arms around his middle and clinging to his back while simultaneously dancing with him.
Zen merely sighed under his breath as the arguement between the two arden's broke out, something over the younger one's over-zealous style of dance. Flicking his tongue in an annoyed manner, he took another sip from his drink, sliding into one of the empty barstools. His foot had begun to hurt from standing, and rather than let the limb go to sleep, he decided to sit. Glancing about, he still found watching the dancers amusing, and swivelled around until he could lean back against the bar. Glancing over to the side, he thought he recognized the green haired thill who had appeared beside him. She fit the discription of one of his friends pals. What did Dyslexia say her name was...? Cessla? No, that wasn't it... Celina? Closer, but still not right. <span style='color:green'>"Celia?"</span> the name on his tongue came louder than he'd intended, loud enough to be heard over the pounding beat and the voices of the many on the dance floor.
Del smiled and nodded, patting Riots hand as she excused herself. Del himself was just getting warmed up. He swaggered over to the dance contest, and, after a momentary struggle to break the rung surrounding the two, he stood, just inside the ring and crouched down, smirking arrogently. however, he decided to wait to begin. he wanted to see what he was up against. He glanced around for Ri, but couldn't see her through the ring of 'dragons, so he turned his attention back to the little contest, smiling a bit to himself.
Cay was really enjoying dancing with Radin. There was always something in dance-driven environments that seemed to wash away inhibition. Sometimes you could get yourself worked into such a natural high, that nothing else really seemed to matter. Perhaps it was this lack of inhibition that caused them to dance a little more intimately than one would think appropriate for two who were only supposed to be best friends. Of course, if one knew the exact nature of their relationship, they wouldn't have been surprised at all. Radin was more than just a friend. He was more than family too. Actually, Cay didn't know just what the word for their relationship was. What he did know was that he trusted Radin, fully and completely. So much so that for the most part they were completely at ease with each other. So it was from this rather euphoric, mindless state that Case later found himself jolted out of. He'd been grabbed. Cayson faltered for a moment in his step. For a split second, he believed that he had been seized by Vasael. A swift glance cast downward quickly told him otherwise. The arms, the delicate snow-dipped fingers...? It could only be one Riot Stormwing. Stormy, Stormy, Winger. Go with it, his mind appeared to hiss at him. A small tickling trill seemed to work its way up inside of him as he fell back into his vibe. Eventually the trill escaped his throat as a cross between a chuckle and a sheepish giggle. Cay dropped his right hand, laying it softly over Riot's clasping grip as he pulled her more into his step and closer to his previous state of mind. He'd known that she'd be here. Meeting up at the Panic Room hadn't been planned though. Not at all. But it had been hinted at. Case had actually come here in hopes of just catching a glimpse of her on the dance floor. This though? Cay actually felt a little light-headed now. Which was rather strange for a pendragon who was usually always in control of things. His mind had gone careening on without him as he caught wind of Riot's scent, now coupled with her touch, amidst the pounding and otherwise not-as-sweet smelling atmosphere.
Riot smiled when she felt a small, alarmed jerk as she attached to Case, but she soon felt him relax beneath her grip. He obviously recognized her white hands grasping him around his middle; that, or he smelled her sweet but strong scent. Whatever the case, he soon melted back into his rhythm, and she maintained her clutch upon him, her arms wrapped around his torso as the two of them hoofed it on the packed dance floor. Before too long, though, Ri grew tired of clinging to the arden's rear, no matter how tight it was. Smoothly, trying not to bump into anybody or receive an elbow jab in the face, she slipped from behind him, around him, and wedged herself in between him and Radin. The last part was hard to do — she had to hip check Radin so that he stepped back a foot or so — but she eventually wound up between the two males, which was her favorite position in the world. She was facing Cayson, and she found her white digits reaching out to grasp his belt as he had done with her unnamed partner earlier in the night. Perhaps to keep him close, or maybe it was because doing so caused her breath to catch in her throat. In any case, when she tugged on the buckle, the two found themselves molded together, Riot's head about even with Case's collarbone. Behind her, Radin also closed in, so that she was nearly sandwiched between them, but she was glad that the green arden wasn't pressing in too tightly against her back. Because, though she adored Radin, he wasn't why she was over here, dancing. Using her free hand to reach up and brush a lock of platinum-tipped hair out of her eye, she gazed up at the guy she was here for — Cayson. The two of them were flush against each other, so that she could feel his chest, his ribs, his hard abdomen, all pressed against her. It was thrilling beyond anything she'd felt in a long while, and as she gazed up at his grinning face, she wondered if little hearts and stars were coming out of her. Back on the road again. Feelin' kinda lonely and. Lookin' for the right guy. To be mine. Friends say I'm crazy 'cause. Easily I fall in love. Gotta do it differently. This time. Maybe we'll meet at a bar. He'll drive a funky car. Maybe we'll meet at a club. And fall so deeply in love. He'll tell me I'm the one. And we'll have so much fun. I'll be the girl of his dreams. Maybe.
Blue ears twitching at the sound of a voice coming for her side she gazed at the arden, for a moment then swung her bar stool so that she was facing him and not the floor. She guessed that he was trying for her name, and if it was a flat out guess it was better then any stranger that had tried before. It was frightening in a friendly way because after thinking about it for a few more seconds she came to the conclusion that he must know her from somewhere. She ranked her brain thinking if she was in one of her classes at Janardan but came at blank. He could still easily be a student there, it was a big place and there was no way she could know everyone. <span style='color:green'>“It’s Cilea, but that was a pretty close guess. I’m sorry to say that I don’t know who you are…"</span> She trailed off still thinking, had she heard a description like his before, if she did she hope it would come to her soon. She felt a little silly sitting on the unknowing side of the conversation. Taking a slow sip of her water, she pushed off the counter slightly so that her chair would spin half way, then stopped herself and spun back, legs dangled down the side. It was one of those habits that she didn’t even realize she was doing.
At first Cayson was a little confused when Riot relinquished her grip. However, it turned out that she was only re-positioning herself. She had carefully navigated around him in order to slip in between both he and Radin. Then she had done something else that Case wasn't quite expecting. She had grabbed onto his belt buckle. A fluttery shudder rippled through him. Riot was so close against him now that he imagined that he could feel just about every inch of her. For some time they danced, pressed together, the music flowing in and around them. Cayson couldn't recall a time he had ever felt so elated. So perfectly content. Perhaps though, he warned himself, he shouldn't be getting his hopes too high. Not yet anyway. Although he was sure. Positive really, that he most definately had a very strong thing for Riot. And here she was, seeming to reciprocate those feelings. Still, Cayson had to be positive. He touched Riot lightly on the shoulder and tilted his head up in the direction of the owner's booth. He wanted to go up there, maybe talk a bit. Get these feelings that had been building, and building, up and out into the open. He knew that he was going out on a bit of a limb. But he couldn't help it. This lovesickness, if that was what it was called, had been starting to eat away at him. Radin had advised him to act if he felt that his feelings were real. And boy, the feelings on his end were real alright.
Although she was having an incredible time dancing with Case and Radin, when the former paused and motioned towards the owner's lounge, Riot did not hesitate. Nodding silently in response, one of her white hands sought out one of his, and she began to lead him away from the dance floor, and to the carpeted stairs. As she went, she looked behind her, and motioned for Radin to follow, if he wanted to. It ended up that he did, and the green arden tagged behind his two friends. Meanwhile, a whole slew of other pendragons tagged behind him, and by the time Riot and Case climbed the stairs, reached the booth, and stepped inside, they were joined by about eight or so strangers, all of whom milled about the small lounge, helping themselves to the mini-bar and lazing about on the provided sofas. Riot lifted her brows at all of this, and gave Case a skeptical but amused look. The truth was, though, she didn't mind. The lounge here wasn't a reserved room, anyway, so what did it matter? Plus, to the thill, at this moment, no matter how crowded it was in here, Cayson was the only one in the room. Still clasping his hand in hers, she guided him towards the corner curve of an enormous L-shaped couch on the far side of the owner's booth. On the way there, she absently retrieved a pad of paper and a pencil from the bar's countertop, which she then placed in her lap as she fell onto the plush sofa. Cayson flopped down beside her, and Riot had to fight the urge to snuggle up against him, put her head under his throat. Though she was fairly sure at this point that the feelings between them were mutual, she didn't want to go too far until she was positive that they were an official item. For a good few moments, the two of them didn't say anything. Riot peered around the lounge, noticing that Radin was flirting with a pair of attractive twin ardens. She grinned at him, but she couldn't stare for long. Her attention was drawn to Case once again, and as she looked at him, her smile grew nearly wide enough to crack her face. She continued to look at him adoringly for a good minute or two, but then the thill abruptly turned her attention to the paper in her lap, upon which she scrawled a message. When she handed the notepad over to Case after she'd finished, the smile had grown yet wider still. <font face="diediedie" size="5">i'm writing this b/c i went deaf, music was 2 loud</font>
Cayson almost curled his lip in annoyance as he noticed the tagalongs following them up into the owner's booth. Was their no escaping the "followers?" Radin of course was always welcome. But, the rest of these yuppies? His expression held firm despite his mental outcry. Riot didn't seem to be bothered by them though, in fact, she seemed to find it funny. Case smiled and raised an eyebrow in response to her look. Some pendragons, eh? Nevertheless, he trailed Riot without uttering a single complaint. He flopped himself down on the sofa beside her, and made himself comfortable. Which was quite an easy feat, as the sofa had to be one of the softest he'd ever crashed upon. Then again, after all of that dancing, he supposed that even the floor would have seemed to be comfortable. And of course, simply the presence of Riot, he supposed a little wistfully, could make the darkest and dreariest of places feel like home. He held her gaze, feeling rather giddy despite his casual repose on the sofa. For what seemed like a long time they gazed a little foolishly at each other. Their grins knowing no bounds. Then Riot turned to her pad of paper. His striped tail flicked curiously beside him as he leaned over slightly to try and read what Riot was writing. She was blocking his view with her hand though. Cay waited patiently, then took the notepad from Riot when it was offered to him. He grinned when he read it and shook his head with a laugh. He retrieved the pencil from her, then added his own note underneath hers. Once finished, he passed it back over to her and took the opportunity to poke Riot softly in the ribs. Oh that's too bad. Deaf huh? I know what you mean. My ears are still pounding with the beats. I hope it hasn't made you mute as well 'cuz I like your laugh.
When Cayson passed the notepad back, Riot smiled, and not just because of the affectionate jab. The words printed neatly on the paper were almost sickeningly sweet, but somehow earnest. After reading it, Riot could feel butterflies wriggling in her belly, and a laugh bubbling up her throat, but she tried to calm herself. It was readily apparent now that he liked her; he had complimented her, after all. Now it was her turn to write something back, something that would give him the green light, something that would say "I like you back." And then... perhaps they could finally do what Riot had been longing for for quite a while now. Maybe they would hook up. Tapping into her silly nature, the young thill quickly scrawled across the page, just beneath Case's words. She bit her tongue as she did so, not out of concentration, but because she was trying not to let the giggles explode from inside her. She continually had to glance up at Radin just to keep her wits about her — though watching the arden flirt with the twins kind of wanted to make her giggle even more. Finally, she did get what she wanted written down, and then she tossed it onto Case's lap. At the same time, she finally let the laugh burst out of her, but she muffled it by burying her face in Cayson's shoulder. She rocked silently against him, trying to hide her face, too giddy to watch his reaction to her words. <font face="diediedie" size="5">i your laugh, too. do you like my... NOSE? y/n? haha. :P</font>
Sah`Dja pushed her way into The Panic Room, beckoned further by the thrumming beat, drifted beneath the exchange of heavy shadows and bright stagelights. The vibe here pranced over her golden fur, danced in tantalizing sway to her senses, and yet, it couldn’t penetrate beneath her skin. The assault of music and motion blasted her mind, and she remained painfully aware that every step felt as a wraith’s. How long since its opening had she wanted to be here? And how many things had pulled her away at the last moment? The midnight drill ‘til dawn. The experiment gone wrong in hibernation. They hadn’t let her in nude. She wove herself deeper into the throng of hot bodies. The spunky little black outfit still felt odd – an itch around her neck and across her chest, and tight where the slant cut miniskirt clung to her hips. And for all that, her ears prickled at the rub of the small, pink pouch dangling between her tightly held wings – its cord a silver line across her throat. Please not this night, please not again. The upper arch of an air-bound summersault caught the corner of her eye. A show on the dance floor? Sah`Dja’s gaze drew to the commotion, an empty flicker of her attention. All she wanted to do was dance. The impact against her shoulder jolted her aside and sent her reeling a few feet further into the crowd beside the dance floor. She turned her head around to see who it had been and hopefully throw out an apology, but no one caught her green eyes. Maybe she just missed him or her, maybe they didn’t care, like the ardens now standing at her sides. She smiled; her confidence faltered. Someone had just landed upon the chair, and neither seemed to make note of just another body in their midst. Any old ‘hi’ would just be lost in the slam of the subs. She slipped back and paused in the gap between the crowd at the juice bar and the throng behind her. Somehow, she had missed the chance behind her, but there wasn’t really anything in front of her now was there? A longing glance thrown back and she turned around to the throng. She pushed pass the encircled circus. Any other place, any other time, she might have been tempted to join them. But if the music wasn’t all, then what was the point? And she didn’t want to be remembered that way, as just another show-off. Who wanted their only moment to be upon a pedestal, left untouched? Settled within an open sliver of space, Sah`Dja fell into half step with the rhythm. Old habits warred with what she wanted to do. A false step here, a tense brush against someone there. Her body tried to invent something she had only just seen, and it wasn’t very good. She stilled with a lost sigh, glanced around once, and tried to begin anew. The beat found her as lights flash above her eyes, and her hips swayed to its beck. Arms rose in trance alongside her fiery hair. She felt her spirit ascend in prayer that it wouldn’t be just this. But at least this time...at least it didn’t feel like a mistake.
((OOC: Mind if I join the fray?)) Nekhalla leaned up against the bar. Her newest design was on display tonight. A black leather tube top, and black leather pants, with a, for lack of a better description, butt cape in back. She wore gold armlets that were obviously Anubian in make. Her hair was up in pigtails, and UV hair-falls adorned them. Parts were dreaded, other curly. The final touch was a pair of goggles, that sat clearly on her forehead. She wore no hat, a rare sight, she used to not have the guts. Tonight was a good night for more reasons then one. The only thing that seemed to be wrong was the bloodstained bandage on her bicep. She felt no pain from it though. She smiled and headed out on to the dance floor. Her heart was in it this time. He life was at its peak...Her freedom was now, and she could enjoy it as she wanted. She felt as if she was dancing on the bones of her very past. Crushing them till they were nothing more then a fine dust, then letting the wind blow them away. She smiled from ear to ear, no more rules, no more code. She was free to talk to who she wanted, love whomever she chose. She jumped up and down in time to the beat, hands pounding in the air. She was floating on air. She didn't care where her big black boots landed when she came down from a jump. Tonight was her night, it didn't matter what other people said. Scrawled across her chest was "DOA" most assumed it was Dead on Arrival, but truly it meant something else...She wasn't telling what...
Name; Kael Zareh [Male] Age; 18 Kael moved through the dancing crowds, his eyes moving around trying to find the person he was looking for, but to no avail. His short white hair spiked up, blended beautifully with his white shirt which was left open to expose his chest, a tie was slung carelessly around his neck stripped with the school colors, a thin silver chain swung from left to right as he pushed past people, avoiding females walking toward him. 'I doubt she's here..' Finally giving up, he took a seat on a nearby chair, his eyes traveling over the bodies, hunger evident in his eyes. His fingers gracefully drummed to the beat of the music along the table. [Sorry, short post >> <<]
Although quite physically impossible, Cayson's grin seemed to widen even more as Riot broke into laughter which she muffled with the aid of his shoulder. His shoulders were shaking with his own repressed laughter, so it can't be said that they were very successful in masking Riot's own giggles. He looked down at the note that she had written him, wondering what could possibly be so funny. A small snort escaped him, followed by a quick bubbly giggle. Her nose? Cayson hastily circled the "Y" several times over to make no mistake that yes, indeed, he rather liked her nose. He was stuck on the fact that she'd written she'd liked his laugh though. And that meant...? Had he spent all of this time, those sleepless nights, worrying, fretting, that Riot may, or may not like him, when here it was, as plain as the nose on his own face. Still, Cayson was always one to like pointing out the obvious. He appended to the paper before poking it back into Riot's hand: Your nose is perfect. A beautiful specimen of the nose species. (Do noses have species?) Noses, albeit beautiful, aside, what I really wanted to say (write?) is that... I really like you. And I was wondering if maybe you really liked me too? Y / N ?
When Cayson handed the paper back to Riot, and she scanned over the note with her mismatched eyes, she had three choices: laugh until she wet her pants, explode so that the butterflies trapped in her stomach could escape, or simply burst into ecstatic tears. Not liking any of those choices very much, the thill tried to breathe, and she concentrated on responding to Case's note. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Inhale, exhale. It wasn't so hard. Feeling a little light-headed, but with a huge grin plastered on her banded face, Riot put the pen to the paper, and slowly drew a heart-shaped "circle" around the 'Y.' She had to bite her studded tongue to keep herself from smashing her face with that smile. Somehow, she managed, though she couldn't think of anything to add, no message to write. Instead, she simply tilted the notepad so that Case could see her answer, and then. . . . She'd waited so long for this moment to come, and now that she was sure it would be well-received, Riot did not hesitate. She reached up a white hand, her fingers playing delicately under Cayson's eyes, and then along his hair line, before she formed a grip around his jaw. She tugged his face down to her level, and then kissed him. It was neither deep nor chaste, but a perfect "first kiss," flavorful and sweet. It drew on for about thirty seconds, before Ri eventually released him. After it had ended, she still kept her hand on the side of his face, and she gazed at him, an affectionate, albeit mischievous, glitter in her eyes. Meanwhile. . . . Radin, who'd been flirting with the twins, suddenly stood, and excused himself. The identical ardens tilted their heads backwards, looks of disappointment flashing on their faces, and both began to protest his departure. Radin, however, would not be deterred; he gave the twins one last rendition of his mega-watt smile, cast a glance towards Case and Riot in the corner, and then went towards the lounge's door. With a deft green hand, he then opened it, and descended down the stairs. It wasn't that he was jealous on a personal level. When he and Case had had a talk about the latter's possibly having feelings for Riot, Radin had immediately begun to disconnect himself from his own "crush" on their cute roommate. He'd just figured, it wasn't worth the friendship he and Cayson had shared all this years, even though Riot was worth quite a lot, to the both of them. He'd stopped letting his eyes linger on the thill's backside when she wasn't looking, had stopped tickling her at every opportunity, had even stopped himself from featuring her in any of his triple-extreme fantasies. That way, when the inevitable happened, he would be prepared. And that's what he considered himself now — prepared. Yet, at the same time, he just didn't feel comfortable yet, watching those two getting closer and closer. His old albeit shallow feelings for Riot surfaced when he thought of them snuggling on the couch, and though he chastised himself, envy still ate at his gut. One day, Radin told himself, he'd feel comfortable hanging out with those two, despite his being the "odd man out" — he knew they'd try to quash his ever feeling like a third wheel — he would fall back into the rhythm of their triangular lifestyle. It would just take some getting used to, and he figured it was all right to avoid it for now, and forget about it... leave the lounge and return to the dance floor once more. Besides, he was dressed so well tonight; how could he possibly stay holed up in the owner's lounge all night, when he had so much to give? Even as he reached the bottom of the stairs, and began to wind through the crowds, his tight jeans wrapped against his muscular legs and his ample crotch. They were the perfect shade of stone-washed blue, and there were artistic tears on the knees, and and one even below the curve of his rear end. In great complement to them, his shirt was collared, a nice casual chemise, a crisp, clean white with a pale blue criss-cross pattern. The sleeves were drawn up around his elbows, and the collar was a bit skewed, giving Radin the suave, rumpled look that was so him. Of course, on top of it all, he had his sunglasses, which served not only a medical purpose, but a fashion one, as well. Feeling hot, despite his slight nips of jealousy over his friends, the green arden finally found himself in the center of the floor. An odd, bubblegum pop sound was rocketing out of the speakers, and Radin wasn't sure how to go about dancing to its upbeat rhythm. Eventually, though, he began hopping on one foot, then two, and his pelvis joined in somewhere along the way. It didn't take long for Radin to make a showstopper of himself, flinging around to the beat, while somehow looking seductive doing it.
Edit; Kael soon become driven to the line of insanity...just sitting here, expecting her to walk in or something, which was stupid really, he should be looking for her. But knowing her, she'd try to hurt him, and then most likely start going into a insane rant about him being a stalker...which wasn't true of course. His eyes froze on some girl dancing, he was hungry...and she looked good, it all works, making his way behind her he placed both hands on her hips and danced to the rhythm letting his hands glid up as her head tossed back against his chest. After a couple of songs, his hunger was driving him insane as he heard the pulsing of her heart. Along his necklace lay a small sharp blade, he was tempted...just one cut...just one...and that beautiful crimson blood would be in him...and everything would be alright. He hated it when this happened...when his hunger became overwhelming...he hated blood...but yet he never argued... sighing he shoved the girl away and made his ways toward the dorms, shaking slightly. --------- [Hehe Edited =3]
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Character: Absolution Claudius Clothing: A dark, fairly loose long sleeved black shirt, enough to hide his bony wings tucked in close against his back, and a plain pair of tan jeans, covered in all sorts of chains and jewellery.</td></tr></table> With a wink at the bartender, he sat back on the stool, and looked around, taking a sip of the drink without so much as a grimmace. There hadn't been anyone interesting all night, and his patience was waning, his thoughts being that he should just head home, rather than wasting his time trying to find someone to spend the night with. The whole point had been to find a nice young pendragon to bend to his whims, and take him or her to bed, vanishing before the morning's light. <span style='color:green'>How troublesome...</span> He muttered, and then his attention was caught by two people on the dancefloor, Nekhalla and Radin, two individuals who looked both easy and challenging to conquer. He was only paying half attention, the most of it focused on his drink, but something about them distracted him from his drink long enough to question if they would good enough play for the entire night. But another sip, and his attention was gone, refocused on the drink in front of him, and his patience starting to wane again... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>*Coughs and edits when nobody is looking* >.> <.<</td></tr></table>
