(ooc: Timestamp: 10 Dyo, 81380 Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1072Sayoshi Tamugo</a> Location: The Panic Room Time: 8pm) The kind of headrush that could only be gained through a night of solid clubbing had not been something that Sayoshi Tamugo had had the fortune to experiance in her sixteen (well, nearly seventeen) years of life. It was a mystery unto herself what she was doing in The Panic Room on a school night, but of course, with thumping music pulsing into her ears and other teenagers pushing past her, there was little time to question her motive for this little outing. Her pair of icy blue eyes darted around the club like trained missiles, seeking out something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was impossible for Sayoshi to switch off at the best of times...let alone a club. Her last outing here had taught her that. Still, after her stepbrother had been safely expelled and arrested, Sayoshi was a little more confident. Over the roar of screaming and music, an old memory crossed her mind, and a smile graced Sayoshi's lips. She moved back and fourth, her movements mirroring the majority of everyone else on the dancefloor. As the song drew to an end, after a few more minutes, several 'dragons retired to seats, and Sayoshi herself cut away from the others, opting for the bar. As she wandered over, it appeared that she tripped over someone's foot. With a small yelp, the pendragon stumbled forward and landed quite literally at a stranger's feet. <span style='color:CC6699'>"Smooth, Sash."</span> a part of her brain muttered. <span style='color:CC6699'>"Very impressive."</span>
<span style='color:454545'>Jake leaned casually against the bar, he hadn’t frequented the Panic Room in quite some time. He forgot what he was missing. The hot young nioties were everywhere on the dance floor, some dancing with some of their friends others dancing with their boyfriends. He found his shoulder shrugging lightly, he didn’t need a girlfriend because he didn’t mind the temporary ones he had all the time. Less strings attached. His digits drummed lightly against the counter as and refrained himself from whistling. <span style='color:E7E7CF'>“Damn these girls are hot."</span> A particular good looking femme swayed in front of him, her other friend in toe. He could have sworn she winked at him… A grin placated itself upon his lips, maybe he would get-Jake grunted loudly. Some unlucky ‘dragon had tripped on his foot, but it felt more like they kicked him really hard. <span style='color:E7E7CF'>“Urrgh."</span> Normally he would yelp in pain but considering the fact that it could determine whether a girl would talk to him, he wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon. He very slowly regained his cool and eventually decided to look down. A stark white niotie with beautiful blonde hair seemed to be the culprit. <span style='color:E7E7CF'>“You're kind of on my foot."</span> Jake simply stared at her, it didn’t click in his brain that she might need a hand up.</span>
