'Candy is dandy, liquor is quicker' -Dillon-

[Syn]

“Alcohol may be man's worst enemy,
but the bible says love your enemy.”
― Frank Sinatra

< It's been far too hush for me lately. A girl like me needs a little bit more noise. A little bit more 'action'. How I hate boredom, but I will find me something tonight. There is no question about it. Going home without some fun isn't an option. So let's see what I can sink my teeth into, hmm >

Kureha meant it to. She was not by any means ending the night without some form of entertainment. She already started the show with her attire. What was it? Well see Miss Kureha here liked dressing up, after all who said Halloween was the only day out of the year you get to dress up on. Sure people may think you less strange but this raven haired beauty didn't care what others thought. Think her strange all they wanted at the end of the day she was living life the way she deemed fit, not conforming to normality. Giving all that she was dressed like a saloon girl of sorts, to be more specific Lilah from Jonah Hex. The only thing around her neck was a necklace given to her by certain someone. She rarely ever takes it off.

Heels clicked against the stone on the street rhythmically, not a single beat missing whilst her hips swayed to and fro. Proud and strong were her strides with confidence filling the surroundings. There was no way she was going unnoticed and she would thrive on it. Her long raven colored locs covered the tattoo on the back of her shoulder and the start of the scar on her back. A prideful smirk was bluntly smeared across her full lips that were lightly glossed. Those haunting greens of hers eyed a group of guys staring at her from across the street and she just snickered to herself. If they wanted they'd have to come to her for she was mere steps from her destination. A bar. Or course a bar. The sweet taste of liquor running through her was another desire of the night and no one was stopping her from that. Not even the cat calls from across the way.

< A cat doesn't come when it's called boys. It comes when it wants. Silly boys >

A mere glance towards them with a trademark smirk was all they got as she strolled right into the bar. Heels now clicking on wood till she stopped a little from the bar and scanned the room. She liked the spotlight so why wouldn't she bask in it for a bit

[Dillon Kyne]

Finding a good spot to relax and pound a few drinks was getting easier with every passing day for Dillon, as he had located at least a dozen different hot spots within "walking distance" of his place. By walking distance I mean a few miles or so, but for him that was nothing. As long as they had a roof, liquor, and didn't mind the use of previously illegal substances it was the right place for him. Tonight, he had found a fairly hoppin' bar that actually had running electricity, which he found was something of a rarity around the city. With electricity came people and even a working jukebox, which was ironically playing Jukebox Hero.

Dillon was sitting at a table in the far corner of the bar, with a good view of everything from the bar, to the entrance, and of course the rest of the tables. He was right where he wanted to be, and the inclusion of an semi-attractive bartender currently sitting next to him only added to his enjoyment. There were probably around a dozen or so other patrons scattered about the bar, and a male bartender standing behind the counter serving people their drinks. Dillon was dressed not to impress - wearing a simple tight gray t-shirt with his silver necklace and cross around his neck, and a torn up pair of blue jeans - but he rarely relied on his attire to attract the right people. His looks and actions were magnetic enough.

The female bartender slash waitress was currently grinding on his leg as she worked what little her scrawny ass could to the song that was playing. She was passable, and the fact that he was on his forth mug of beer probably helped push her attractiveness to the next level. Not that he was drunk, barely even buzzed, but it still helped. When the song was about half way through, the door to the bar opened and in walked a much more acceptable female plaything. Her outfit screamed I'm looking for attention , and that fact that she stopped to look around (gain people's attention) only solidified his initial assessment. Not only was her outfit unique, to say the least, but the combo of her irregularly long raven hair and piercing green eyes made it impossible for Dillon to look away.

Without taking his eyes off of her, he'd pound his nearly full mug of beer and get up from his chair, pushing the grinding bartender in the process. As she looked back to see why he was getting up, he'd push his glass into her lackluster bust and pat her ass, still completely focused on the sexy new arrival. "Go grab me another beer, sweetheart. Daddy's gonna go hunting." She would look over to where he was staring and immediately scoff before slapping him across the face. He'd simply laugh at her jealous response before pointing to the bar as he walked away. "It's your job, isn't it?" He was far from wrong, and so she huffed before stomping over to the bar.

As he strolled across the bar, dodging people and chairs, he'd pull out one of his many pre-rolled joints and light it like a pro. He even pulled off a bit of a spin move around a couple of people that were dancing to the music in order to try and get a bit of attention. It was all fairly natural to him by now, but it didn't take away from the fun of it. He was now walking directly toward the raven haired beauty, taking a drag of his joint as he closed in. When he was about five feet away from her, he'd blow the smoke from his lungs directly at her before winking at her. She craved attention, but that was all she'd get for now.

He had set his bait, like he was sure she had for whoever was interested, and now he simply leaned against the bar facing her. He never stopped staring, a sly grin crossing his lips as the male bartender came up and tapped him on the shoulder. "You want something?" Dillon shook his head in affirmation as a quick laugh escaped his lips, points at his prey with the hand that held his joint. "Prepare something nice for my lady friend here. House's choice, but it better be good." He'd say it loud enough for her to hear him over the background music and chatter. Taking another drag, he'd simply wait and see if it was enough to get her attention. He was a patient hunter when the prey was worth it.

[Syn]

When a woman slapped a man it was never soft and hardly ever not heard no matter what was going on. For some reason it always seemed like the world stopped, all noise cancelled out for that brief moment to hear the sound. For one whose eyes were roaming about it wasn't hard to spot a little squabble between opposite sex. Greens homed in immediately. Though she had a thing for drama and trouble so she was always able to locate it easier than others. Kureha clearly smirked and snickered turning her eyes away only to have them drawn back towards his direction as he seemingly was making his way closer. Her head tilted a little to the right watching his effortless movements. She scanned him over deciphering if he would be a good toy for the night. Kureha liked her toys as much as children liked theres. Then he puffed some smoke her way.

< Hmm not exactly a deal breaker but not scoring the biggest of points love. But I'm feeling generous tonight. Let's see how much you want this for yourself. >

Kureha's gaze didn't waver as a guy came behind her saying something to her just as the previous song completely ended and a new one began. Glossed lips curled into a wider smirk as her sultry voice sounded loud enough for him to hear her back. She was somewhat talking to the guy behind her yet in a way indirectly to the one at the bar.

"Dance with me"

The guy never picked up that she wasn't paying much attention to him as he was too into just following her to where everyone was dancing. Her hand slipped behind her to give a little tug to his belt loop for him to follow her, again the heels hit the wooden floor with commanding steps. Her eyes stayed on the blonde at the bar before finally glancing away purposely. Coy was the word to describe her. Cat and mouse was always fun. The song was more than perfect, more than fitting. Once in a spot preferably where the light shined on her more cause she didn't deserve to be hidden in shadows, she would start moving her hips against the guy. With Latina roots in her, she had hips to work with. Tricky Kureha made sure that they were facing sideways to blondie so she could occasionally glance to him with the most sultry, devilish of gazes

< How bad do you wanna play sweetheart? >

[Dillon Kyne]

It seemed like he had gotten the girl's attention, at the very least, which was all he had aimed to do at that moment. Their eyes were glued onto one another's for a decent amount of time, even as some other guy walked up behind her and started vying for her attention. Dillon would release the smoke into the air above him as he waited for her to make the next move, keeping that same sly grin on his face as she seemed to counter it with her own sultry smile. Her glistening lips left him wanting, so much so that he almost missed the fact that there was a song change. God damn, some women had the knowledge and power to get him in a trance, much like he seemed to be able to do to others of their sex.

The bartender brought Dillon a mixed drink in a margarita glass, tapping him on the shoulder to let him know that it was there. He really didn't care about it at the moment, since his attention was elsewhere, but he still made a mental note of it. When his raven haired prey asked to dance, he let out a single chuckle at the not-so-mixed single. The guy behind her definitely believed that it was his invitation, but Dillon seemed to know otherwise. Even if he was wrong, it seemed that she liked to play games just as much, if not more so, than he did. As she led her new toy to the dance floor, Dillon just cocked his head slightly as his grin grew into a charming, but vindictive, smile.

"Oh, so its gonna be like that, huh?" He'd say quietly to himself. He stood there leaning against the bar as he admired the girls swaying hips, completely erasing the man behind her with the shadows that covered him. The spotlight was hers, for now, and he wanted nothing more than to enjoy the show she was putting on for him. The seemingly perfect song continued to play as the two danced together, yet separately, as Dillon sat in an almost trance-like state. This was until he felt the cold condensation on a glass push up against his arm, causing him to turn to see who it was. The female bartender stood there with his beer, her stink eyed gaze going back and forth between him and the raven haired girl as she waited for him to grab his drink.

He took it from her and placed it next to the other drink that was technically his, grabbing the girl by the waist and bringing her close to him. She'd give him another swift, but less forceful, slap to the face as he leaned in to her ear. "I guess the only one worth my time tonight was you." Yeah, he was blatantly lying, but you wouldn't have been able to tell with the passionate kiss that followed. At first, she pushed his chest in resistance, but she soon found her arms going up and wrapping around his neck. When he was finished, he'd grab her ass and lead her slowly out onto the dance floor. "How bout we show them how it's done?"

Making sure to get as close to his target as possible, he'd stop and dance around a foot or two away from where she was grinding on her own dance partner. Though Dillon's partner wanted to dance face to face, he'd grab her by the hand and spin her around so that she could now mimic what his prey was doing. Rubbing the front of his partner's inner thigh with one hand and moving her blonde hair away from her neck with the one that held his joint, he played his hand in the game that they had started. He flicked the cherry off his joint before tucking it behind his ear, leaning down to gently kiss the girl's neck a few times, causing her to close her eyes and moan softly.

The stronger rocking of her hips against him gave away how much she was into everything he was doing, but his gaze and shifty smile were directed straight at the raven beauty. His eye brows would perk as he quickly looked down at his partner and then back to his prey, as if to say This could be you. Was he playing hard to get? Maybe, but that's not the way he looked at it. This was a test to see who would give in first. Yes, men tended to be the weaker sex when it came to falling for such a ploy, but he already had his dancing partner hook, line, and sinker. Getting the chance to dump her off like yesterday's garbage for his old-western eye candy would be the sweet cherry on top.

Your move... He'd mouth at her as he continued to enjoy the grinding of his current partner, all the while imagining it to be the one who had his attention.

[Syn]

“Teasing's part of the fun
that comes before kissing”
― Lois Lowry, Messenger

Kureha's current toy seemed to be enjoying himself as a hand wrapped over her stomach tightly keeping her close to him. Never was her smirk lost as she drowned herself in the music. Blondie suddenly appeared near her with a little hopeless kitten in tow. She watched as he spun the girl so she mimic Kureha in some form or another. Kureha couldn't be duplicated and she believed that strongly. His onslaught on the poor kitten went hardly unnoticed but didn't phase Kureha one bit. She actually felt sorry for the girl

< Poor little kitten, doesn't have a clue does she. Pity really. >

Actually Kureha didn't feel sorry at all. The little kitten shouldn't have been so quick to tumble. Kureha wasn't the only one that noticed the ongoings nearby, her 'toy' seemed to catch a glimpse as well and scowled seemingly so. Ooohh jealousy. Jealousy could lead to drama. Drama meant more entertainment for this raven haired starlet. She felt the tension in his grip and smirked just as blondie mouthed two words. A hand reached up to her toy's face, bringing it towards her but she did not kiss him instead she gave a nip at his bottom lip. His eyes returned to hers with a grin naturally. She smirked and suddenly dipped coming back up whipping her hair back actually not hitting him. Oh she mastered flipping her long locs, such a pro. It did give a quick peek at the tattoo on her right shoulder momentarily. Her body moved like a snake against his form while he now kissed against her neck.

Kureha's goal was to have entertainment for the night. If it wasn't going to be blondie it may be the toy she had now. She was going to get hers one way or another. Blondie didn't have to be that endgame but if he wanted to have a better time with her he'd have to work on it. Jealousy wasn't her thing. She'd make someone jealous sure, but experience it herself? Nope. She spun to face him still grinding against him like a snake, his hand slid down her thigh and hooked under left knee, lifting it up and yanking her closer. Her leg up on his hip held by his hand that slid up and down the outside of her thigh. She laughed with her arms wrapped around his neck while he kissed again on the opposite side of her neck so she had a clear view to look at blondie with a devilish smile blowing a playful kiss towards him.

< Either way I'm enjoying myself tonight sweetheart. Point is do you want to enjoy it with me, or are you gonna stay with the hopeless kitten? Your choice. Your move >

She wasn't going to wait forever, but she couldn't deny she enjoyed the game. She always enjoyed a good game, but see she was a girl that refused to lose at it. Though technically it was a win win.

[Dillon Kyne]

Little miss raven's dance partner seemed to get upset when Dillon brought his little pawn onto the dance floor. With a wink and a quick release of air through his nostrils, he'd show his amusement at the guy's jealousy, as well as his insight. At least he wasn't as ignorant as the bartender that Dillon had grinding up against his junk. This was something that he made sure to remember, and of course try to work his way around. It made getting between him and his goal that much more difficult, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. This way, when he eventually got what he wanted, it would taste all the more sweetly, and he would get a taste.

When she placed her hand on his face to bring it down to hers, Dillon's bloodshot eyes would watch intently as she playfully bit his lip. Oh, she did it now. She had opened her partner up for a whole other level of intimate dancing, and Dillon had a front row seat to the show. The way she whipped her hair around to the music only added to her mesmerizing movements, but he knew that the two still had plenty more to do during their turn. He saw that she had some sort of tattoo on her back, but didn't have enough time to make out what it was. Not that it mattered at the moment. He didn't care about her name, let alone what sort of ink she had on her body. It was nothing more than an intense, physical attraction that he couldn't deny. Nor did he want to.

As she turned to come face to face with her partner, Dillon began to realize that she may have been the wrong target for playing his little game. Sure, she was giving him the attention he craved with only her eyes, but she seemed unfazed by his attempts at showing that he could get the same attention from another. He knew that she was on a whole other level than most girls, but didn't see until then that she was a fellow alpha. He needed to change his game plan if he wanted to win, which was gonna bring about some risk, but with great risk came great reward. Her partner took advantage of their new position, kissing her neck and lifting her leg so that she'd wrap it around his hip, making their dance all the more sexual. Crotch near crotch was fine and dandy, but he wondered if he was making her hot or just keeping her warm for him. The latter, in Dillon's mind.

She pulled herself right up against her partner, giggling a bit as he went to kiss the other side of her neck, but with the man's back turned to Dillon she was able to blow a kiss his way. He'd return it immediately, taking that as her way of telling him it was his turn to play, and play he would. If her partner was gonna copy his little neck kiss routine than Dillon could just as easily copy his face to face dancing position. But, instead of simply hiking his partner's leg around him, he'd grab both of her thighs and have her wrap them around his waist, to which she'd get an imaginary signal to kiss him again. He'd oblige, if only to keep up appearances with her, before yanking her hair and biting her neck lightly and finishing with a hard kiss to the neck. That was sure to leave a mark, but she was definitely turned on, as she started to kiss his neck in return.

Everything he had done up until then had led up to this, and they were each in the perfect position to pull it off. While each of their partners were having fun kissing at their necks, Dillon would move in closer to miss raven and turn to the side a bit so his partner didn't bump backs with her own. Laughing softly to himself, he'd mouth the words Let's try this before going in for a rather gutsy kiss. If either of their partners caught on to what he was doing, he knew that it would start trouble, but that was something that often followed Dillon through life. He planned, he manipulated, but he rarely cared if his actions pissed people off if he enjoyed himself. If she didn't freak or turn away, he would go all the way with his kiss - tongue and all - and wouldn't stop until she wanted to. It was his prize, after all.

[Syn]

"For male and female alike,
the bodies of the other sex
are messages signaling what we must do
--they are glowing signifiers of our
own necessities."
--John Updike

Warm? Just barely in truth. Kureha knew how to make a man feel good about what he was doing even if it wasn't the best. Men liked their ego's stroked and she stroked it well. She could've felt a bit better but the night was still young. There was plenty of time to getting warmer. To even think to treat Kureha like any other female was a foolish thought. Beyond foolish actually. She was indeed a alpha female. Always maintaining her control. Holding a commanding presence. Alluring and intriguing. Doing what she wanted, when she wanted. Normal tactics didn't work on someone like her. She knew the game well and played back hard. Blondie was slowly clearly learning that through her actions. Her fun was not going to be halted by anyone and if they so tried - well let's just not let that happen.

Whatever Blondie was doing with his partner Kureha no longer bothered to watch. She focused on her own toy for now as he continued to dance on her neck and grind against her. His hand caught onto her long hair which she thought he would tug instead he merely ran his fingers through it. Her eyes did roll at that a bit as she was fine with it being rough, actually she enjoyed it a lot. Her past had a lot to do with it but right now the corner of her eyes caught him coming near with his little kitten assaulting his neck. Haunting greens stared into him with a smirk hearing his soft laugh and reading his lips. Again the song changed into another perfect tune for the situation.

< Poking the bear huh? My favorite. >

But he wouldn't get all he wanted from her just yet. His lips would meet her strawberry glossed lips in a brief kissed involving a quick tongue action, brief as in a second and then a nip at his lower lip. Her toy saw when she had already pulled back and naturally was only pissed at blondie than her. He quickly twisted her away from blondie letting her leg go so she was standing on her own now apparently a little behind him. As expected her toy would push him but not so strong considering somehow in his jealousy he noticed the kitten in his arms.

"Back off dude!"

Oh there was a huge wolf like smile on Kureha's face as she stood behind her toy, a hand sliding from behind him to his front just under his shirt. She pressed herself against his back peering over his shoulder at blondie with the most teasing of eyes after her trademark wink. Her toy was drunk if that wasn't noticeable before and was easily distracted by her nails under his shirt scratching lightly. Her head tilted up to tease his ear lobe with her lips though her eyes remained on her potential new toy. If he got her truly away from her drunken toy. Her lips pulled away from the ear to mouth a lyric from the song to blondie.

'Come a little closer.'

Her hand snaked out of his shirt as she practically slithered backwards, eyes sinking into blondie until she merely spun around to the music keeping her back to everything merely dancing by herself. This was one of her favorite songs so she mouthed the words though he would not see considering. Whatever happened behind her she didn't care, the raven haired beauty was in her own world.

[Dillon Kyne]

Thought the kiss was short, it was definitely sweet. Time seemed to slow down for him as their lips connected, which could have been the combination of drugs, alcohol, and saliva, but it still felt like an eternity. Woman had been fairly slim pickings since he moved back to the States. Not that there was a lack of them, but a lack of truly quality females. Dillon never denied that he was shallow, since looks were really the only thing that had attracted him to women throughout his life, but he had to often lower his standards to enjoy the company of women. Today, though, that was not the case, even for his current dancing partner.

The moment that she was forcefully pulled away from him, Dillon would lick his lips to appreciate the flavor as he smiled at the rather angry dancing partner of his target. He knew that if he couldn't get her jealous that he could indeed do so with her partner, and jealous he was. When he put his raven beauty down, Dillon knew that some sort of altercation was in the works, but the light shove that came from his rival was a bit of a disappointment. The guy was drunk, but not intoxicated enough to cause real harm to someone that had a woman hanging from him. It was sad, really, but Dillon knew how most people were. Chivalry was not dead, even in the apocalypse, and Dillon often acted like the knight in shining armor as well. Tonight, however, was not one of those night.

The shove, along with the guy's verbal announcement for Dillon to back off, caused the female bartender to stop kissing Dillon's neck and look back at the dude with a scowl. Apparently, she hadn't noticed that Dillon had kissed the raven haired girl, and so all of her anger was now turned on the other man. She even went so far as to smack the guy's face because of how rude he was being to her and her man. Dillon had a good laugh at her violent response to the guys push, but he still kept his focus on his true partner that was standing behind his rival. As her hand slipped into her partner's shirt, Dillon's grip on his own dance partners ass started to wane. He had an idea, and it may have caused more trouble in the end, but he had already started down that road. Might as well continue on.

He watched as she mouthed some of the words of the song, though if we're being honest, he didn't even know they were lyrics. He was so focused on her that they were nothing more than playful words, an invitation, and he accepted it without hesitation. As she backed up, Dillon brought his hands up to his partner's inner thighs and pressed hard on some pressure points, causing a good amount of pain for her and making her legs loosen from his waist. With that done, he let her fall with a thud to the wooden floor beneath him, which was more than a surprise to her. The game was set, and all he needed to do was take out the king. A lame king, but one none-the-less.

As the female bartender started to bitch and complain about falling on the ground, Dillon would give his little rival a very cocky smile before sending a devastating right hook to the man's jaw. The punch sent him a bit to the side, as he collapsed onto the floor right next to Dillon's old dancing partner. The scene had caused many of the other patrons to stop what they were doing for a moment, but the fact that the soon continued doing what they were doing showed that it wasn't uncommon for such events to unfold in the bar. The guy wasn't moving, but didn't couldn't tell if he was out or not. It didn't matter, though, since now there was nothing between him and his prize.

The raven haired prey continued to dance by herself, now turned away from everything, and so Dillon slowly walked up behind her. He'd slide his hands around her waist, pulling her ass against him as he swayed along to the music with her. His teeth would nip at her right ear lightly before he let out a soft, yet audible, chuckle. "Fine, I'll dance with you." He was referring to her initial invitation, which he knew was meant for him. It may have taken a little longer than he'd of liked, but the end result was the same either way. "Sorry for the wait, but I was enjoying our little back and forth. Hope that's not a problem." His lips held a sly little grin, as he turned them around to face their ex-partners that were still on the floor beneath them. "Pretty sure we're both worth the wait." Full of himself? Yes, but that didn't take away from the truth of it.

[Syn]

To say that Kureha was completely oblivious to the ongoings behind her wouldn't be so correct. The Raven didn't need to see to know what was happening. It was all set in motion from the start of their engagement. If he played all his cards right from the hand he dealt him there was no doubt the trouble that was going to ensue. The drama type of drama she found amusing. How easily men got possessive especially over a female that they would end up going to bat once they believed their 'territory' was being intruded upon. Kureha wasn't anyone one's possession, not anymore at least. No matter the brand, no matter the barcode tattoo she didn't belong to them anymore. But that needn't bringing up. The music pulsated through her body in perfect rhythm while another dance occurred behind. Clearly one sided considering Kureha had teased his pleasure centers which made him completely vulnerable to any onslaught that was too follow.

Poor lad, never saw it coming. The little kitten meowed with such noise but it was drowned out by the song swimming through Kureha's ears. Nothing mattered until she felt his hands on her full hips and the tug that had her pressed against him. She grind to the tune, tilting her head to the side giving him that leeway to nip at her ear. Unlike the kitten he wouldn't get a moan from her, just a low chuckle to match his.

"Took you long enough."

Low and sultry was her tone slipped before he continued. She glanced a little at him to catch his grin having one tug on her lips as well to match. Letting him turn them her eyes only glanced over the two on the floor not giving a damn considering his words drew in her attention momentarily. Full of himself indeed and so was she. Her right leg would snake and stop behind his as she spoke with her lips just barely touching his.

"I know I am. Judgements still holding for you."

Her leg was placed there for the reason of her quickly spin behind him. Still moving with the song this time both her slender hands slinked under his shirt. Her nails were cut short enough that forming a fist wasn't so difficult and long enough to scratch against his skin. With the addition of her heels it gave her the added height to toy with his ear lobe briefly before purposely singing the lyrics into his ear while her hands sensually danced under his shirt paying no attention to any scarrings she grazed. She actually had a nice singing voice. But she picked these words on purpose for the obvious reasons.

"All you dream of lately is getting underneath me. All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me."

Kureha lowly chuckled into his ear before moving to his neck and giving him a much better neck massage with her lips. She was a tease in some many forms and would quickly give a little nip first before pulling herself away from him still never missing a beat to the groove. Even when someone changed the song mid way to something else still so fitting. Irony was a bitch. But she moved like a pro not some random girl off the street trying to hard to dance or be sexy. It was her from head to toe there was no faking or trying too hard. To think she hadn't even had the pleasure of having a drink yet. The way she moved her body, the way her haunting greens wolfishly stared at him was easily calling him to come to her.

[Dillon Kyne]

The beat continued to pulsate through the bar as Dillon started to dance with his new trophy. Only time would tell if she was truly worth the effort he had put forth to make her his, if only for the night, but he couldn't deny that she was proving entertaining at least. Her full figure was a welcome change to the far thinner bartender, though she was far from fat. She was the kind of woman that Dillon searched for when he wanted to truly enjoy himself, but in this day and age it was hard to come across someone like her. He breathed in her scent, even if it was a combination of hers and the liquor and weed he had been consuming before, and let out a pleased sigh. Smell was the strongest scent when it came to memory, and he wouldn't forget that smell any time soon.

As they faced the destruction that their coupling had created, his raven beauty spun around behind him and slipped her hands under his shirt, scratching lightly at his chest as she nipped at his earlobe. The fact that she could feel a number of scars from his past brought flashes of memories with every one she skimmed over, but she didn't put off by them. Sure, the world had become a frightful place over the past two years, but the fact that she didn't even pause while feeling his wounds was a testament to her character. She was probably just as versed with violence as he was, or at least to a certain level, which made him all the more interested in going further with their fun filled night.

She sang along with the words to the current song, most likely deliberately like she had mouthed some before, before kissing at his neck with her full lips. He probably tasted like sweat and the other girl he had been dancing with, but he doubted that she cared. She did, however, back away from him once again right as someone changed the song that was playing, which caused him to turn his body slightly and look over his shoulder. She moved very well, which was also a bit of a rarity for him to see. So many women thought they knew how to move and shake, but this one had the moves to back up her confidence. Dillon was no slacker himself, but he was far from a pro. He had moves, and could easily move to the beat, and that was all he needed in his mind.

He was getting a little annoyed with chasing down the girl he had already won fair and square, in his eyes, but he was willing to play along for a bit longer. In a brisk pace, he'd move toward his partner with his steps oddly matching the beat to the song. He did not slow down as he came up to her, and with one fluid motion he wrapped one arm around her back and tripped her left leg out from under her, pushing her over with the force of his hasted movement. As her body fell backward, he would stop her right as she was parallel to the floor, leaning down to plant another heated kiss on her lips. Applying just the right amount of tongue, he'd slowly bring her back up to a vertical position as he moved the two of them to the beat.

Pulling away after a rather long kiss (unless she pulled away earlier), he'd smile down at her as his other hand went down to lightly squeeze her ass. "Sweetheart, if I'm not worth your time, you should leave while you're ahead." The thought of her actually leaving made him chuckle to himself, but she was just as full of herself as he was. For all he knew, she could've had higher standards, or at least wanted someone a little more grounded. Her actions had said otherwise, but he wasn't a mind reader. "Oh, and I'm more of an on top kinda guy. Sorry to disappoint. I try to be a pleaser" The corner of his lips would arc in a cocky little grin, as he played a bit on the lyrics she had sang earlier.

[Syn]

And how wonderful her scent indeed was. A fragrance known as Japanese cherry blossom. Simple. Not so expensive if the retailer was still around to sell it. But considering the fact that it wasn't open to business she still had made herself more than welcome to their left behind supply. Couldn't let such value go to waste. Salvaging and scavenging. A girl liked to smell good, not just look good. The touch of her hands slithering over his scars did cause no stir from her as indeed she's had her brush with violence. She didn't have many physical scars as he clearly did. She had one that was most notable upon her back a constant, purposeful reminder. She learned to deal with it and on most occasions not even bother hiding it though not flaunting it either. Couldn't hide it in bed after all anyways.

The mild taste of the sweat indeed didn't bother her cause if and when they got down to it they'd probably he sweating a whole lot more. Then again the raven gal wasn't breaking a sweat yet. One wouldn't know that she came from a life of privileged before the world went to hell as she didn't come across as that kind of woman. Then again what would it matter at this point? Money meant nothing and she was practically disowned years ago. One thing that came from her previous life was her dancing talent. She could've been a professional dancer of different forms had that been what she wanted to do or even bothered continuing to pursue inside falling from whatever grace she was ever on.

By the end of the night he would know how worth it was chasing her down. She was still gauging him just a bit though was beginning to make her final judgment of his worth to her. He too has proven to be a good deal of entertainment for her so far but the night was still fairly young. Any little mishap could sadly change the whole mood. Her confidence spilled out of her like a mist that could fill a room. It read in the wolfish gaze in her eyes as she watched him move briskly towards her. His arm slipped behind her back and suddenly she felt herself falling backwards as he took her left leg out from under her. A small gasp left her lips as her arms shot out to wrap her arms around his neck in a natural reaction to the sudden falling. Her left leg that was originally swept from her found its placement firmly against the side of his hip.

Bare skin against brushing against his jeans. The onslaught of his lips was met with a counter assault. Their tongues danced in a proportionate manner, heated with a clear lust. From her arms around his neck and the leg on his hip she was more flushed against him as he pulled her upright again. A hand gripping at his hair until he broke this kiss. She grinned at the squeeze of his ass which he would find to be full and toned as she liked working out and keeping everything in shape. Her snicker was a clear sign of her amusement for him. Her enticing greens gazed over him before falling on his eyes. Removing a hand from the back of his head she plucked his original choice drug from behind his ear. Now Kureha had her brush with drugs and Klaus cleaned her up from that. Weed wasn't a choice drug nor would it ever be. But she stared at it examining it for a moment in a playful manner before slipping that hand behind her back as if playfully hiding it. If he got mad about it well then the night would probably certainly end.

"I'll be the drug of choice tonight."

Confident. His cocky grin was matched by one of her own. She glanced passed him to see their previous partners attempting to make something of their situation with each other. Yet they were glancing at them like they were looking to make them jealous. Again she snickered like gazing back at into him. A finger toyed with his hair as she brought her face close so her lips grazed his with every word.

"I enjoy being pleased so there's no disappointment other than are you not feeling my full stride."

She winked and flicked his lips with her tongue still moving to the song against him. Her pelvis against his considering her leg was still attached to his hip.

[Dillon Kyne]

The way she returned his kiss made Dillon smile mid-kiss, though this wouldn't keep him from maintaining his technique. Her hand pulling at the hair on the back of his head was an immediate turn on, causing him to squeeze her ass all the more. He didn't know why they were each still trying to show the other why they were worthy of attention, but he wasn't complaining. The playful back and forth was always a game that he enjoyed playing, even when the fish was already in his boat. All he had to do was mount it, and the night would be complete.

When he pulled away, he couldn't help but notice the little snicker escape her lips. At least he had finally shown her that he was indeed the most entertaining guy in the bar. Though, he had a feeling that they would keep playing together. She just seemed like the type, and trust me when I say he knew the type. He was drawn to them like the negative side of a magnet to its positive counter-part. He knew that a great night came with women like her, even if that was usually where it ended. He liked it that way. It was just simpler to have one night stands. The moment he actually had to start trying to share things about himself, or learn about their lives, it just got complicated. That's probably why Dillon had never been a relationship guy.

As she plucked his joint from behind his ear, Dillon would watch as she playfully toyed with him by hiding it behind her back. He didn't mind if she wanted some, but if she even thought about wasting it they would probably have a problem. No matter how much he enjoyed the company of women, there was probably nothing that could replace his love for drugs and alcohol. I may have been sad to anyone that actually learned this fact, but to him they were beyond important. They let him feel alive, feel like he was normal, and sometimes they even got him thinking enough to elicit emotions. No woman had even done that for him, but he'd play along as long as she didn't disgrace what he loved.

"You're gonna have to work real hard to replace the way real drugs make me feel, darlin, but I'm willing to hit you." He wasn't paying attention to their past dancing partners, since he was facing away from them. His attention was on nothing more that the woman in his arms, especially as her she spoke about how she loved being pleased, her lips barely touching his with every word she spoke before licking them playfully. He'd quick flick his tongue at hers in response with a chuckle. The warmth of her pelvis against him only got his mind wandering, as he thought of what he wanted to do to her: both in the bar and after leaving. So many different events playing out as he danced along with her to the song.

Pulling his mind out of the gutter for a moment, he'd bring his hand that was resting on her back to the side of her torso, slowly gliding it down to her hip and helping her sway back and forth to the beat. "Not that it matters, but you can call me Dillon. Unless you'd prefer to just call me That Hot Guy from the Bar? That's fine too." He'd smile down at her. She obviously loved dancing, but his enjoyment of it usually only came from trying to guarantee his chances with a girl. At this point in the night, he believed he was in, and so the only enjoyment he was getting was from his imagination. Not that he acted disinterested, but inside he was definitely somewhere else.