The Untouchable

[SuppleKisses]

OCC: This storyline takes place in present day in the Twin Cities, Minniapolis/St. Paul MN. I know somewhat of an odd place for a vampire story, but New York, LA, and New Orleans were just too over used. Anyway, the plot revovles around a young woman who, unknown to herself, is the reincarnate of one of the strongest, most formidable hunters of the imortals. Occording to legend, whoever can sire the reincarnate of this woman, she will serve unconditionally and bring unimagionable power to.

So, I'll play the reincarnate, Paige Burke. I'm looking for people to play vampires, those trying to turn her for their own gain and those trying to help Paige. Demons, mortal friends of Paige's, us your imagination.

If you're planning on playing a vampire, no sunlight does not cause your character to burst into flames. Painful, yes, but sudden death, no. Also remember that if you make you're character out to be this invincable being that can never be killed or resisted, it takes all the fun out of it. Weaknesses are just as nice as ablities.


If you have any suggestions I'd be glad to hear them. I just thought this up and wanted to get it all typed out before I lost it. If enough people seemed interested, I'll probably submit the first post soon.


Name: Paige Burke
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 135
Hair: Long red tresses, landing about her shoulder blades
Eyes: Bright, emerald green
Personality: She'd always been a little quiet and reserved. There was something secretive about this seemingly passive soul. Even she couldn't quite explain it. However, she had always had a knack for sports. Put a ball in her hands, and the gentleness just simple dissapeared. In it's place remained a ruthlessly competitive athlete with a slight spit-fire tongue. All her life, she'd been a rather, laid back person. Overall she was a good girl with a wild streak.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

How about...?

Name: Sebastian Lane
Age: unknown, but roughly 230 yrs old, plus his mortal life (if this doesn't apply here, let me know)
Sex: Male
Race: Vampire
Height: 5-9Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance: Often dressing for the times, Sebastian has taken to jeans and T-shirts, suiting the gen-x crowd, and often goes a bit goth, with black nail polish and lip-stick. He keeps his hair just past his shoulders, dark brown that would be black were it a tad darker. His brown eyes are striking, wuiting his face, which has always made luring in the young beauties for feeding a bit easier for him than for most. His need to conceal his identity often drives him to wear long coats, making him feel more guarded.
Personality/bio: not in touch with his past, in terms of having dealt with his own death that is, Sebastian is sort of a lost spirit, not belonging to the world of the living or the world of the undead, but residing in each in its own time. Introverted, but desiring acceptance, he often goes to highly social places, nightclubs, bars, etc. where he chooses his favorites to feed upon. He has heard the stories of the reincarnations of the Great Hunter, but isn't entirely sure he believes in her, or anything for that matter.

Let me know what I should change, if anything or all of it. No matter...I can do whatever.

 

[nightray]

Let me no if these is ok I’ll be the evil one

Name: Night
Age: around 400 looks 25
Looks; 6’6 200 ponds glossy black her and hazel eyes very pale skin
Close: Most often he wears t shirt leather biker cote tit leather pant combat bots with the steal in the toes showing sun glasses all of it black he rarely weirs any other coler.
Personality; enjoys killing and torcher he's quite and quite evil he sot out the vampires and made one change hem extremely power hungry.
Skills; expert swords men trained under the best ninjas in the east for several hundred years.
Powers’ the normal vampire stuff strength speed eta
Past: he forest a vampire to make hem wonting the power and not caring about the consequences. Has spent all his life seeking power going to the ester empires to learn under the best ninjas. He then went in to Europe where he carved out a kingdom for hem self he rolled it with an Irene grip bringing fear to though how apposed hem he was over thrown thaw. so started to wonder the world until he learned of the slayer and ever sinus he has been hunting her wonting the power she can give hem so he can roll unchallenged..

I can chang any thing that you think needs changing

 

[silverwolf]

wraith

i will play a vampire,

name wraith
age 2000 looks 18
powers, extremely good sight and speed,intelligent and strong but has an aculies heal.does not like to fight.or hunt.
master with a broadsword
and is leaning twoard helping paige.

i await your start me lady supplekisses

 

[poohlive]

I'll play two characters, a vampie, who I'll bring in later, and this guy.

John Stevens, 18 year old high school student.
He likes anmything and everything gothic. A huge Stephen King fan, as well are the whole horror genre. Hates the fact that his life is normal, and is just looking for something out of the ordinary.
He found it on the internet.
Porn.
oh, ok wait, that has nothing to do with the story, Hee hee, ok then.
Umm, that's about it.

 

[Firesprite]

Ks'aan

Name: Ks'aan
Age: 12
Sex: Male
Height: 3 feet
Weight: immaterial
Hair: None
Eyes: Beady Black
Other: Quite ugly but usually unseen except by those who are truly evil or truly pure.

Personality: Mischevious Imp trying to move up the ranks into true demonhood. Hoping to make a good impression on his Overlord Ka'vaal and often getting into trouble. Usually bounces back, but sometimes inadvertantly works for good rather than for evil.

Abilities: Can sometimes affect the physical world, similar to poltergeist activity, but this takes alot of effort and energy. Can influence people by whispering in their ear and can "read" thoughts that are at the front of their mind. Likes to give humans nightmares, and can play on their fears.

 

[SuppleKisses]

Everyone's characters sound great. It's been a busy weekend so that's why I haven't posted yet. So, just be patient with me. I'll post as soon as possible.

If anyone else is interested, please join!

 

[Gyrell]

name: Gyrell

age: 348 (22, in appereance)

Born: London

Description: Blue eyes, sweeping dark brown hair (bryll creamed to hell!), pale, very very pale skin. Average height and slightly stocky built. Always seems to wear the same dark sunglasses.

Personality/bio: Gyrell was bitten three hundred years ago in London borough of Westminster by a dying vampire. He feels a bit insulted that the vampire didn't explain himself, rather than dying around his neck. Gyrell has a strange and dry sense of black humour.
After staying in london for a while he decided to travel the world. Only people got suspicious before he can get settle into his surroundings. He came America after police in France caught wind of his 45 killings.
He is very unsociable, has no conscience, arrogant, and lazy.

Gyrell started training with swords and other blades but thought it was too much work, so he blessed the birth of the firearm.

Plus, the usual strength, powers, mumbo jumbo et al.

 

[SuppleKisses]

Tremors

::Tremors, one of the premire hotspots that ever graced the Twin Cities with its presence, literally lived up to its name. From the outside, the few windows the establishment pocessed shook in their panes and threatened to land a face plant on the sidewalk below. Inside, strobe lights streaked across their black light canvas and dappled gyrating bodies with irridescent glow. The music was always the loudest. The driving bass reverberated throughout the club. It pulsed in the sweat drenched patrons and even reached those who choice to evade the lighted dance floor.

Paige flashed her ID at the bouncy, cast a quick bright smile on those ruby teirs that insisted on mocking the petals of a rose. She then followed her friends inside their favorite place to party. Who couldn't help but feel swallowed up by the immencity of the club. It was still early in the night and already the place was nearly filled to capacity. The dance floor was covered with a sea of grinding bodies. The colored panels below them casting eerie shades of hot red, blue, and green, over their pair skin. It seemed almost immediately that her group of friends split, a few heading straight to the bar, another few taking the dance floor by storm. She herself chose to wander around the proximity first.

She had only been prowling around the exterior of the dance floor before she headed on over to the bar. With hands stuffed deep into the back pockets of a pair of low rising jeans she meandered over to a vaccant bar stool. A lone tappered digit lazily rose and twisted itself through a stray lock of red as she waited for the bartender to make his way over to her. She knew him well. An old "friend" from high school. Liquid emerald pools sparkled under the lambent lighting as she ordered her drink. "strawberry daq" Mixed drinks were the best. Delightfully flirtatous...usually perfectly crafted to match her mood this evening. Tonight, however, her spirits lacked that lightheartness. Every Saturday night since school got out they had been spending at the club, enticing the more desperate of the male patrons and then having a good laugh about it later. It was just begining to lose its flavor now.

As she allowed her quiet gaze to wander aimlessly over tonight's crowd she slowly sipped her drink. "Same ol', same ol'," she muttered gently to herself.



(Hi anyone wanna be Paige's friend? :: pleading look:)

 

[xMorganx]

OOC:Finally a new thread! Hmmm... not many humans might as well try that. i will be the friend

Bio...

NAME: Lily Vasser

Age:23

human

SEX:Female

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 128 lbs

Home:Boston Mass.

personality:nice and modest, though can be a bit forward and too honest for her own good.

looks:Lily is very fresh and dewy looking.She has Long sprial curled brown hair, and green eyes. She is usually in jeans and a plain shirt covered by a waist length Chocolate colored jacket. Though this can be altered acccording to situation. most of the time she wears little or no makeup so she will not stand out.

Abilities:master in hand to hand combat.,and expert sharpshooter.

background:born and raised in upper class society lily excelled at all she did.Some would call her perfect, and back in school she would of thought they were jealous. After high school she started college at The Julliard school for the arts in hope to presue her love of ballet. This is where she met her true love Ethan. About halfway into her senior year she left it all behind in order to presue a voice dragging her to the twin cities. "why the hell would i do that" she thought. But on the way somthing happened to her(to be explained later) which made her realize there was no turning back. Apon arrivng in the city she met Paige who helped her find her way in the city, where the two struck up a friendship.



IC: Lily looked up at the lighted neon sign that read Tremors as she walked toward the club. She could hear music on the inside and started to walk to the beat. all the old feelings and love for dancing came flooding back. This was the reason she avoided those places until tonite, because after much insisting she finally let paige talk her into going to the club. Her black sandals clicked against the gritty sidewalk as she adjusted the short pale blue slipdress so she would have just a bit of modesty. After flashing her card to the bouncer (who looked as if he needed an orthodonest BADLY) she walked in swaying to the beat peering around for paige as the lights danced off her dress making it shine. Tonite was a night for partying she reminded herself, when she spotted paige at the bar she strolled over and said...
"Boy, you look like shit." and proceeded to sit down and order a beer.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Sebastian

You could smell them in a place like this, body sweat, both fresh and stale, their breaths all blending together as they talked and panted on the dancefloor. And their sex--oh, yes...for those of us who were more sensitive of these things, the smell and feel of a place, a woman's arousal was all too easy to detect. All and all, it those things were what made up that "human odor" I'd grown to know so well. A smell not as crude but as unignorable as recently spilled vinegar.
I sat on the metal beam, legs hanging over, watching the bodies roll from side to side, sometimes in circles, often not moving at all given how tightly packed together they were down there. On dancefloors in places like these, the people looked less like dancers than moshers in a pit, their bodies only teasing the contact, then moving away from each other.
I scanned through them, that smell finally getting to me. Hunger...undeniable hunger...A young girl, possibly too young to be here, maybe nineteen, maybe twenty or twenty-one. Dancing with an older guy, late twenties, her arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist, and him holding her up, looking less like they were dancing than fornicating in their clothes. I'd seen this hundreds of times before, and learned that seldom did the girls even know the men they hung so tightly over. On occasion, I'd seen these girls leaving with the men, barely knowing their names yet spending the night with them, allowing the entrance to their bodies in exchange for a few hours attention. Low self-esteem; a trap door leading to nowhere good. Other times, when the teasing on the dancefloor was done, the girls would try to walk away and be refused that choice. Back alleyways, parked cars, and empty bathroom stalls; in places like this that type of thing tends to be ignored. Man is not his brother's keeper it seems, and rape is such an aweful crime.
No, she wouldn't do...girls who acted as that one was tended to have bitter or tainted souls, an emptiness that gave the blood a blander flavor (and often made it seem slightly chilled in temperature, as odd as that is), as though some of the life you drank was missing, which may very well have be the case. If humans have souls that is, and I often wondered on that point.
No, tonight, I needed a more suitable choice. I waited until the music stopped, a break between songs, and the people ceased movement for the most part, talking briefly as they awaited the next song. Then, I leaned forward, letting my weight take me from the beam toward the floor. When I landed, my feet found tehir mark and I barely had to bend my knees to gain my full balance. I bumped into a larger man who was talking to a short, skinny blonde girl. No one would have noticed me falling or landing either one, the dim lighting and the flashing strobes distracting them from whatever they weren't looking to find, and no one expected to see these things.
I started to walk away, moving toward the bar, but a heavy hand landed on my shoulder and attempted to pull me back.
I turned to face him, wondering if his girl was going to try to calm him. Bumps like that one occurred all the time on dancefloor in clubs like these, if only that mild. She stood there, grinning like an idiot, as though proud that her boyfriend had an overactive temper and no control over it.
"What the fuck was that about?" He shouted.
"Pardon," I replied.
"You just ramed into me," he shouted. His girl had a "how you like them apples" grin on her face now.
"Did I?" I asked, then turned to walk away again.
He grabbed me again, pulling me back. This time, I grabbed him by the hand, not even turning around, and squeezed his knuckles together. He tried to pull his hand away, but I held, squeezing harder until he groaned. I turned to face him then, stepped forward until we were eye to eye, where no one else could see my face. I thought hard on blood, picturing the girl with him, her neckline, pulse pounding beneath the skin, an irony taste suddenly filled my mouth.
I bare my teeth for only a second, letting him see the fangs, displayed now to their full length of an inch and a half, aroused by the idea of feeding. My eyes flashed red for a second.
His eyes grew wide and his face froze.
I let go of him and turned away again, walking off, without any further attempts to fight from him. I could hear his girlfriend bitching him out, asking why he didn't kick my ass and show me what he was made of. Did she actually ask him if he was a real man?
I calmed then, realizing that her blood would have been as bland as a rice cake anyway.
I pressed my way through the crowd, finding my way nearer to the bar, then saw the two girls standing there.
Both young, in their early twenties, one with shoulder-length red hair and the other with long brown hiar. i debated approaching them directly. EIther seemed to be good for feeding, but decided not to be too earnest. i wandered over next to them and leaned against the bar, holding one hand up to draw the attention of the bartender there.

 

[Firesprite]

Ks'aan

Jumping back into the crowd Ks'aan darted away from the scene of his mischeif. He'd seen the vampire arrive even if no-one else had, and felt the flash of anger the man had at being jostled. No, that one sure didn't like jostling one little bit. Picking up the thoughts in his oh so public mind Ks'aan knew exactly which button to push.

When the vampire's back was turned he'd quickly and unnoticed levitated so his mouth was equal with the man's ear. Maliciously he asked "Are you going to let a skinny little wimp get away with that? Pushing you around? What will the girl in his arms think of him if he just let the wimp go?"

The man had taken his promptings and acted. With a sigh as the man turned back with a fearful look on his face, Ks'aan looked about for some more havoc cause.

Looking about at the dancers Ks'aan picked up thoughts from most of them, blurred as they were by alcohol. He sighed at his inability to read deeper than the public mind, but, well that would come with promotion.

Spotting a dancer in skin tight leather pants with sex on the brain and his equally horny partner Ks'aan encouraged them to take it further on the dance floor. Ks'aan watched as the guy in leather began to tug down his fly and his horny partner dropped to her knees. Glancing over towards the bar he saw the bartender notice, his jaw dropping before he signalled the bouncers

 

[SuppleKisses]

Paige

::She hadn't fully realized that as she was surveying her surroundings, her brow had lowered into the hint of a scrowl. She slowly shook her head. Sometimes she could just punch her friend, right in the stomach::
Thank you so Lily.
::Her lips pursed together in a sort of sarcastic pucker as she lifted her face up toward her friend as she seated herself next to her. Lily....she was definately Paige's better half. An all around sweet, loylal and caring friend, and it seemed that the two of them had been attatched at the hip since they first met. She smiled inwardly as the reverie quickly swept through her memmory. They lived, and still did, in the same apartment complex and one night during a bad winter storm when the electricity was out, Lily had overed Paige a to stay at her place since she owned a space heater. It was one of those cheesey family stories that she would tell her grandchild about. It didn't matter that the story would mean nothing to them. She was going to make them sit through it, several times over at that.::
I don't look that bad do I?
:aige lowered her eyes to an old white t-shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans. Summer had done away with the dress code in the club, so she hadn't even thought to clean up before heading out. She raised a hand and ran it throgh her thick, yet smooth, red hair that bounced about her shoulders. No, she decided mentally, she couldn't look that bad. She felt bad though, that was true. For the passed week she had been burdened dairly with horriffic mirgranes. That must be have been the cause of Lily's comment. She was just reocovering from one. She should've stayed home, but no, she had promised Lily this night out.
She smiled weakly, turning her attention back to her friend::
Honestly, I look that bad?

 

[xMorganx]

:lily simled at Paige, thinking that she needed to lighten up a bit.But yes she looked not her usual glimmery self.Yet being the friend she was she took a sip of the beer that the bar tender sat down in front of her seconds ago, Who in her eyes was looking mighty nice tonite.Smiled at paige:
Yeah you look like hell, but the good kind ya know, the whole i really don't give a fuck of what you all think of me attitude. It's one of those woman in power things right?
:seeing no response:
Go girl power?
:still drawing a blank:
don't tell me the washing machine is broken again!
:finally Lily saw a smirk out of her friend:
thats better that is what i would like to see.
:before she could get a response she felt eyes upon her, she looked over and saw a guy looking their way, in the dark of the crowd she could only see his eyes but they were definately focused on Paige:
Well Paige, I think your statement without a statement of dress has attracted some much deserved male attention.
:Lily then discreetly pointed to the guy coming their way, as she turned to drink she noticed a small pill container with a prescription for some strong pain meds, with Paige's name on it. Thinking to her self that she would have to get paige to go to her yoga class on monday to relive what ever stress she had.Looking back at her friend she saw her face down on the bar with some ice on her temples. Oh shit annother migrane?:
Hey paige, are you ok?

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Sebastian

People's attentions were temporarily distracted by some fuss over a girl..."performing" for a man on the dancefloor. The bouncers quickly grabbed the two up and drug them out back. As they carried them off, the crowd began to woop and clap, especially in the direction of the man, who, with either arm held tightly by a bouncer, was unable to cover himself throughout the trip.
The bartender came over to me, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.I debated ordering a wine, but thought it out of date. i'd grown tired of the taste years ago anyway.
I pointed to the brunette a few feet away, my finger directed more toward her glass than anything.
"Give me one of whatever she's having...and offer her one."
The bartender nodded, then went to get my drink.

 

[SuppleKisses]

Paige

::

 

[SuppleKisses]

Paige

"Don't tell me the washing machine's broken again?"

::She gave in and allowed a slight smirk to slide onto her face. That was just like Lily. Always the one to try and make the world just as good a place as she felt. She shook her head slowly as she aimlessly traced her finger along the lip of her glass. The throbbing in her head was diminishing, but not fast enough. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly for a moment. With a blink she turned her attention back to Lily. She had said something.::
Huh? oh yea. I'm alright though. Don't worry about me
:aige rotated her face away from the bar and lifted it toward Lily. She forced a gentle smile to show her friend that she really was all right.
Over Lily's shoulder she spotted the man that she must have been talking about. A thin smirk lazily curled over her soft face as noticed him motion toward her friend. Giggling lightly under her breath she leaned in close to Lily and whispered::
No, I believe you're wrong.
::She winked playfully, giving Lily a slight nudge with her elbow. Allowing her gaze to wander over her companion's shoulder once again she momentarily eyed him. Interesting. He seemed to stand out from the crowd, in a nonchalant way....if that was even possible. He seemed to fit in an upper class world. A gentlemen of finesse and class. Why on earth would such a person be found in such a trashy pit filled with drunkards. She shrugged to herself before looking back to Lily and quirking her brow at her with mock flirtaciousness::
He's sending you a drink.

 

[nightray]

night

I walk in to the club looking around for the one that I had been looking for. I traist her to these city two weeks ago and I had finely found her yesterday. I fallowed her and her friends to this club to night. I frown at the noise and the writhing bodies of the human kids as they try to get laid. I never did like crowds but she is worth putting up with the crowd. I slowly move threw the dance flower peppal moving out of my way uncochisly knowing that I was not some on to mess with. I catch the sent of another vampire close by. I frown thinking he had better not be planning on touching her. I move to the bar finding a stool near the chosen one I scan the room finding the other vampire. I send a mental message to hem saying I rely do hop you don’t mean to be bothering Paige she is mine. I smile as his eyes snap up looking at me.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Sebastian

It's odd how many ways one has to recognize another of their kind. When the "other" walked by and sat down, I had an odd feeling, like someone walking over my grave as the old saying went. A discomfort that was unexplained but oddly unshakeable. By the time he'd sat down, I'd caught his scent. It was different from that of the humans. The sweat and perfumes and hormonal odors humans secrete are merely surface odors. Their true scents, that which make them individuals, are harder to pick up due to these superficial scents they are cursed with and use to decorate themselves.
The "forsaken" as we've been called in the past, are a different breed, our scents not often masked by any others, and when they are, not quite masked well enough. Our scents are stronger, more abrupt, and tinged with an underscent of decay. Odd, considering how beautiful we are often considered to be, in popular fiction that is. Though, we among the shadows are well aware that these representations are based on fact, though often loosely.
I can feel him trying to pry into my mind, trying to tell me something, and I look over at him suddenly, wanting to approach him, but feeling it better to avoid confrontation, at least at this juncture. I wasn't sure what his message was. Some of us can send them, telepathic images or messages, or even feelings, emapthic messages that carried a deeper meaning to them. I'd given up on learning this ability years ago, deciding that I didn't like the idea of others wandering into my mind, regardless of their inability to read my thoughts. The whole of it was discomforting.
I look the new arrival over. He is tall, a big creature, dressed in leather pants and coat, steel-toed boots by the looks of it. A dangerous looking man, not that looks meant much in our realm. Appearance meant little to the undead. We'd grown too used to so many differences, and seen the odd contradictions of appearance and reality.
We make eye contact,a nd I wonder if he knows that I've blocked out his attempt to share thoughts. Then I turn back to the bar, and sip the drink the bartender has places before me.
An odd flavor. I wasn't used to mixed drinks.

 

[Firesprite]

Ks'aan

Seeing a second vampire in the room Ks'aan decides something must be going down. Who was he to make life easy for them?

Seeing that he was interested in the rumpled looking mortal girl, Ks'aan quickly looked out for a single man. Spying one weaving his way to the bar from among the dancers, Ks'aan whispered at him, directing his gaze to the rumpled girl. Implying to the man that the girl looked lonely and would probably appreciate a dance, he smirked triumphantly as the man diverted his course towards her.

He approached quickly and tapped her shoulder to get her attention. Shouting over the music he asked her to dance, he took her hand and gently tugged it, indicating with the other the dancefloor incase she didn't hear over the music.

Ks'aan peered out from between peoples legs, watching the scene, and the two vampires.

 

[SuppleKisses]

::When the man approached she had been chuckling lightly at Lily. She always seemed to distance herself from men. Paige, well she was just down right indifferent most of the time. As she turned and cast her gaze upon the suitor. Well he was diffinately goodlooking, and not too drunk, but that wasn't saying much. Maybe if she moved around for awhile, her head would feel a bit better. She glanced back at Lily and gave her a small half smile and a slight shrug. She then stood up from her perch upon the bar stool and slid her half empty drink toward her friend and she followed the man out into the pulsing crowd::

 

[xMorganx]

Lily

:looking at the drink paige placed in front of her lily laughed to her self, Paige needed the fun not her. Lily was still getting over Ethan, the man she had left back in new york. her first and only love. finishing off paige's drink she glanced at her watch "oh shit, it's almost 2:30. how the hell am i going to get any rest before work?" looking over at paige and the guy she waved indicating she was leaving and she would see Paige at home later. Lily walked out the door of the club and hailed a cab.after getting in she gave the driver the address and proceeded home to a nice hot bubble bath.:

 

[Firesprite]

Ks'aan

Ks'aan popped his head up over the bar and watched Lily down Paige's drink then leave the club. He'd picked up their names from some conversation.. lucky that, it makes it much easier when he knows their names.

Ks'aan watched the vampires to see how they would react. Paige seemed to like dancing with the man he'd chosen. He wondered what would happen next.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Sebastian

After watching the two separate, I opted to follow the girl whom I bought a drink for, seeing the "Other" watching her friend as she moved out to dance with some random guy. If he wanted her, he could have her.
When i got outside, ready to explain to the girl that I was offended when an attractive girl turned down a drink I'd purchased for her, I saw her taking off in a cab. I debated following for only a moment before going ahead.
I hailed a cab and jumped in the backseat, then told him to follow my girlfriend back to her place, and not to lose her, as I couldn't remember the way. The cab driver looked back at me, a 'yeah right' expression on his face, then he sped off to tail her en route.

 

[SuppleKisses]

::Over the heads of the occupants of the crowd she noticed Lily departing from the bar. Guess she'd be leaving on her own tonight. Not really a good idea, but she'd done it previous times before. For the time being, however, she would enjoy her dancing parter.
Having noticed her distracted attention the man had grasped her my her hips and turned her around to face him. Inwardly, she frowned. She could move herself on her own accord. However, she shrugged it over and swayed those teasing hips back and forth. Her hair falling across her face as she allowed the throbbing cadence to enter her body. Her body moved in sync with his. She allowed him to press himself against her, his hands on her hips. She would push those hands back when ever they roamed to high or low. He thought it was a game. She had a different idea. She wasn't the type to let him get "friendly" enough so that he planned on accompanying her home that night.