Dancing Miscreant (Open.)

[Charlie Becketh]

Charlie was moving in the middle of the dance floor like everyone else, not minding that many bodies were often bumping into hers. She wasn’t here with anyone, she was here for herself. So when a couple boys tried to dance with her, she had no problem pushing away from them, with a stern look on her face. At least she only had to tell of a couple of them. Like fighting, Charlie was good at dancing, and dancing was like fighting in many ways. One had to be fluid while moving, and it was all about timing.

The songs that had a good beat she move her body to easily, her gestures feline like, each hip sway and flick of the wrist precise and elegant, reflecting the girl herself. Charlie didn’t go dancing often, as she wasn’t a fan of how people acted when they were drunk, but it was a break. A break from her friends, a break from her family, a break from work, a break from life really. The girl twirled around and entranced a few more suitors to approach her, but she wasn’t a tease, and she wasn’t keen on flirting with boys she didn’t like, and she knew she wouldn’t like anyone here. End of story.

Going to the bathroom, Charlie washed her face and fixed her hair, which was down for once, luscious locks brown and shiny. She smiled a bit, but she didn’t feel right doing it. Her face straightened out again, and finally, she smoothed down her canary yellow dress and left the bathroom.

Every table was full, so she made to sit at one which was occupied. She didn’t introduce herself, she had every intention of dancing again, but for now, Charlie would amuse herself by watching everyone else on the dance floor make fools of themselves. Seemed as though she was the only one who knew how to move her body to the music.

[Reece Turner]

Reece had locked up for the night to have one of those early get together nights he always promised the staff and they were supporting another local bar for the evening. Their walk down to it was lazy and filled with joking and laughter. Snow would come early to Vermont they all teased and a white Christmas was definitely in store for Christmas time.

They were already discussing Christmas, the four of them and were happily prodding along arm in arm laughing and joking about family they’d rather not have around the Thanks Giving Table.
”Oh I have one! Rebecca Turner. She shows up at my door I’ll boot her right back out.”
Lacey quipped causing a scowl from Reece who was rather defensive about his horrible twin sister despite the fact that she annoyed the ever living day light out of him.

”What? It’s true. Even you don’t like having her around and she’s your younger sibling.”
Laker gave a laugh arm hooked into Reece’s other side while his boyfriend, Anthony had his own arm hooked in Laker’s on the other side of Laker.
”Come on Lace, you know the only person who gets to be mean to Becca behind her back is Reece.”
Reece considered that for a moment and nodded as they rounded a corner.

”Yeah, Laker has a point.”
Reece agreed.
”Yes, only because if you were mean to Becca to her face she’d scratch your eyes out and Reece has such pretty eyes. All the girls go mad for it, don’t they Reecer?”
Reece rolled his eyes at Anthony.

”These pretty eyes pay your salary my friend. ”
”As well as the cute butt and the Hispanic girl you have wrapped around your finger.”
They entered the club and found a booth seat near the dance floor so they could watch and dance.
”Can we have one night without talking about Aracelli? Just ONE.”
The other three gave him the look but Reece tried to ignore it, looking across the dance floor at the rhythmless bodies bouncing about to the music they were either too drunk to hear or were not bothering listening to.

Anthony got up to go and get them a jug of beer and four glasses leaving Reece in the company of Laker and Lacey who were still going on about how he and Celli were like the picture perfect couple.
”Fine Reece. Find any girl in here and do the same thing you did with Celli earlier on in the week. Let’s see if you can put as much devotion into your dancing with someone else. ”
Reece glanced at Laker and Lacey narrowing his eyes in determination just as a girl sat beside him at the booth.

”You’re on.”
Lacey nodded to the girl beside him and his blue eyes flicked to her as he tucked his hair out of his face and behind his ear. He bit into his bottom lip and smiled softly. He wasn’t used to asking people to dance. Normally in his club he would just have to take a girl’s hand and lead her to the dancefloor because he was a.) a dance teacher and they would learn something dancing with him, b.) not bad looking and any girl dancing with him would look amazing cause he knew what he was doing and c.) a really likable and sweet person.

So as Reece pondered what to do, Anthony came back and assessed the situation immediately. Anthony leaned across the table and touched the girl’s shoulder.
”Hey, since you joined us, want a beer?”
He pushed his own glass her way and Reece quickly frowned between the two of them before pulling himself together.

”Hey, I’m Reece, this beautiful raven head is Lacey, the blonde over there is Laker and the Mr. generous is Anthony. Welcome to the table. ”
Reece shoved Anthony back in his seat and took the jug and her glass and started filling it.
”You don’t have to drink beer if you don’t like it. We can go get you something else but the payment for sitting at the table is having a drink with us.”
Reece smiled to show he was teasing.

[Charlie Becketh]

Admittedly, Charlie felt a bit stupid not saying anything to the bunch of people she randomly sat with. A boy touched her shoulder and she barely noticed. No, it was the other set of eyes looking at her, the boy with the blue eyes and long brown hair. “Sorry, am I bothering you guys?” She spoke over the music, “there wasn’t anywhere else to sit, and...” but then she was being offered a beer and she smiled. “Sure, I’d love...” and again she was interrupted by blue eyes, but not before snatching up the offered beer.

“Reece, Lacey, Laker,” she paused and gave Mr. Generous a smirk, “and Anthony.” The girl sipped at her beer, and raised her glass near her forehead. “Thank you all for the invite.” Little did they know that she would now, never forget their names or faces, despite the scene they were in. It was just the fighter in her coming out and making use of the information around her. Just like how she knew where all the exits were and if there were windows in the bathroom, which there weren’t. Raising her eyebrows at Reece as she put her glass down for a refill, she laughed a little and glanced at everyone around her.

“I’m Charlie,” she smiled, her lips broadening further apart, “what brings you all here? Anything special?” She asked then, looking at all of them before her eyes fell upon Reece. “It’s a small price to pay for good company,” her dark brown eyes surveyed those before her again, “that is, if you all are good company.” Charlie’s quick wit was coming out again, and she didn’t mean anything by it. She was out, she was having fun, and she would show off again later when she had rested for a bit.

The brunette wasn’t always a hard ass, and she could come off as a bit standoffish, but there was a time and a place for everything. She took the second cup, and clinked it against the one closest to her, which she believed belonged to Reece, before taking a sip of the new beer. “You’re not all related, are you?” She asked then, pretty confident that they weren’t, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask. It made for conversation, and she was in the mood, especially after they had been so nice to her.

[Reece Turner]

Reece smiled warmly, that twinkle of relief burning in his eyes. She didn't totally turn hims down. She was actually staring at him. His eyes. His damned, almost white, blue eyes. His mother had plain blue eyes. His sisters too and his dad...? Brown. Apparently, his were a hidden genetic marker in their family dating to his grandmother on his father's side who'd had the same blue eyes he had. Almost see-through. Translucent. Captivating and sometimes icey cold but tonight they were relieved to be of use. He didn't intentionally try to pick up girls so he felt awkward about it.

She seemed to actually be interested in staying around the Salsa lot. That's what they referred to themselves as when they were out. At some point during the evening, when shots had kicked in from when they left their place of work and beer had settled down in their blood streams those very words would come out of all of their lips and it would be totally embarressing and totally fun. Oh God... Celli was gonna LOVE him in the morning when he was supposed to lift her into the air and fail to do so....In turn each of them nodded at their names being said.

Lacey apparently was drunk enough to start... 'And togeth-' but Reece's hand snapped over her mouth and he gave her a stiff upper lip sneer.
"Get us some tequila shots and we'd dance on the tables screaming those words out, Lace but right now... it's well behaved mode."
Reece yerked his hand away when he felt her tongue dance across his palm and scrunched up his nose in slight disgust before returning his attention to Charlie.

"Charlie? Short for?"
Anthony asked across the table while Laker eased back into his chest causing Anthony's arm to slip around his boyfriend's shoulder. Reece wished he had more than a one syllable name. People were so lucky having two syllables. Reece. What kind of a name was Reece....? Reece snerked when he heard the good company question and it was Laker who answered this one.

"That all depends on how drunk we are. Normally the more drunk we are the happier we are."
Reece clinked his glass back against Charlie's tilting his head at her for a moment before taking a sip of his beer.
"We're here to enjoy ourselves. What about you?"
Then she had to ask if they were all related and Lacey nearly spat out her drink choking a little so that Reece had to rub her back.

"Oh Thanks Lacey!"
"Who did she sleep with?"
Laker was far to quick to catch on and he was already sitting up in a flustered sort of way. Reece nudged at Charlie's leg, urging her to make her way out of the booth.
"This is where we disappear."
Reece whispered keeping his eyes averted from his employees.

He really wasn't interested in the gossip surrounding his club or who slept with who and when they did so. He could have done better NOT actually knowing. Besides, he had a bet to win... with Charlie.

[Charlie Becketh]

Indeed Reece’s eyes were a set to be remembered, and Charlie would attribute them to whatever character he played tonight. Hers were a simple pair of deep brown eyes, but they weren’t the dull kind. They were warm and inviting, and sparkled a little in the right light. If she could argue what her best facial feature would be though, it would be her lips. There was no denying her smiling, it was too obvious to miss because her lips were so big. Like at this very moment.

Reece quickly stopped Lacey from saying anything and Charlie suppressed a laugh. Instead she scoffed, “Behave mode? At a bar?” The brunette shook her head in disappointment. “You must be the designated driver, that or you have a stick up your ass.” She wasn’t asking, she was merely stating the facts before her and arriving at conclusions without asking anyone’s permission. A barista who happened to be walking around must have overheard Reece, as a few tequila shots were placed on their table. Charlie really did laugh this time, and left some money in the girl’s hand. “This round’s on me,” she said to the group, pushing the drinks to those she was referring to.

“Charlie, short for Charlie,” she said, taking the shot instead of showing offence. Introducing herself was her least favourite part about meeting people. It was her full, and true name. “I’d show you my ID, but you’ll just have to take my word for it,” she said, her snarkiness rearing its ugly head.

“Ah, so you’re the substance abuse kind of crowd?” She smiled softly then, trying to get back into the swing of things. It was strange, she didn’t really feel outnumbered here, with the group knowing each other seemingly well as they got to know her, Charlie, a single entity. “I’m here to dance,” she said as though it were the obvious answer. She certainly was here to have a good time as well, but that had already been said and Charlie was all about originality. She didn’t know that they were all dancers, but perhaps after this comment they would all become fast friends.

The next bit of inside conversation Charlie didn’t comment on, but that didn’t stop the smirk from springing to her face. Setting her glass down as she left the table, she cast a parting glance at those she and Reece were abandoning. “Nice to meet you guys,” she offered as she followed closely behind Reece so as not to lose him. That would be a hard thing to do with those eyes of his though, they were like a tracking device.

“Nice group of friends you have!” She said then, smoothing out her yellow dress after sitting at the booth with the gang. Charlie was being both sincere and sarcastic. They really were nice, but how they had made the situation awkward hadn’t been. “They talk about their sex lives often I take it?” She said over the music. They were nearing the dance floor and the brunette was feeling loosened up and ready to roll. Or dance, whichever came first.

[Reece Turner]

The girl certainly was beautiful when she smiled and warm and friendly seeming. Reece was left confident that he could get her to dance with him in any case. She had personality and the moment he took her in his arms that personality would have to come signing through. Reece could hardly wait to show Lacey he could look sexy with anyone on his arm. It didn't just have to be Aracelli. Of course when he heard the stick up his ass comment he held back on insulting her back and instead flashed her a smirk.

"No one's driving tonight cause they all have to be at work bright and early and alive in the morning and as for the stick up my ass comment..."
He knew exactly what to say... He knew exactly how to be cheeky and flirtatious and yet...
"I'm simply not drunk enough yet..."
"I'm sure if he did have one up his ass Lacey would be delighted to remove it... "
Anthony yelled across the table again.

Lacey burst out laughing at the comment while Laker just frowned at his boyfriend for the comment.
"See, Anthony? What we talked about? That sounded better in your head..."
Reece said back across the table. Reece blinked at the shots in front of them and bit into her bottom lip before sighing.
"Owned..."
The shots were sent in various directions as the laughter finally stopped and Anthony lifted his glass.

"To our new drinking buddy Charlie..."
"To Reece dancing the pants off her...."
Lacey included. Reece followed.
"To delusions of Grandeur."
The other broke out in laugher and they waited for Charlie to join before they downed their drinks. Once the shots were knocked back Charlie answered Anthony's question.

Anthony frowned at her.
"Really? That's sad."
Laker hit his boyfriend up the back of his head.
"Stop hassling her."
"No We don't abuse substances. Just weed and alcohol because these things were made to be abused..."
Lacey added to the comment about being the substance abuse kind of crowd.

Reece moves out the bunk and quickly lead the way to the other side of the club as Lacey and Laker started bickering once the talk of sex came up. Seemed like Anthony had been a bad bad boy again and Reece was not in the mood for a cat fight. Reece heard the comment about them being a nice group and glanced over his shoulder smiling tightly as he started to enter the swaying crowd. His hand came out to offer to her so she wouldn't loose him or get held back in the crowd. The next questoin made him scowl slightly.

Not because he hated talking about their sex lives in particular but because he was suddenly blocked in by a tight throw of dancers bundled together. Reece turned to face her looking for another way around the bundle before he looked down at her. The lights glazed in her eyes every now and then making them seem like black diamonds. A smile spreed across Reece's face.
"They're not my friends. They work in my club. My friends aren't that much fun which is why I'm hanging out with them instead of my friends."

Reece teased and then held out both his hands for her to take when an old classic remixed started playing that was perfect to lead her into a salsa hiphop dance. 'Baby boy' by Beyonce couldn't have had better timing. Reece slipped one hand in his pocket and pressed the last number called on his phone. Lacey would know what it meant and he needed her to be watching. Celli was so not the only perfect person for him. His soulmate? He didn't believe in that stuff.

[Charlie Becketh]

“Work tomorrow you say?” Charlie commented, glancing at them all, Lacey in particular. “I doubt very much that a hangover would describe what you hope to see in them in the morning.” She laughed as he admitted to not being drunk enough yet, and she shook her head. Just what had she gotten herself into? “I’ll bring the stick when you’re ready then,” she offered, a single eyebrow raised. The brunette had a competitive side, but this was all fun and games. For now.

Charlie had already downed her drink as the others followed suit. She sent a glance Reece’s way. Dance the pants off her, hmm? Was this their attempt at a gang bang? Or helping someone in their gang get the chance to bang. She smiled forcefully as they kept on talking. This was the very reason that she didn’t like going out in bigger groups, especially with people she didn’t know. The girl took offence too easily to make friends right away, she simply didn’t trust people, especially when they were making fun of her name. “What’s sad is that you don’t control what your parents decide to name you,” she said, her eyes holding a new kind of fire. She wasn’t about to explain how her parents wanted her to be a boy instead.

Now she was following Reece onto the dance floor, taking his hand carefully. Almost every move she made was precise and elegant, she was very aware of her posture and body placement. The older boy stopped and turned to face her then, and she had a confused look on her face. “Just because they work for you, doesn’t mean they can’t be your friends too,” she pointed out. What was the point of having friends that weren’t fun? That didn’t made sense to the girl. The comment of his owning a club didn’t go unnoticed though. “Taking the night off from work then?” She asked, trying to make conversation in a place that was loud with music and other shouting people.

Charlie took both of his hands and swayed her hips side to side before colliding with his body. They were dancing; closeness was a part of the deal. The brunette sported a sexy smile as she sashayed and moved away from Reece, dancing in circles around him. If he owned a club that meant he could either pour drinks really well, or he could dance really well. It was hard to do both, but maybe he could. Once she was in front of him once more, she turned around, her back towards him, and she noticed his posse looking at them. Charlie grinned and kept on dancing as though she didn’t notice, turning back to face her fellow brunette.

“Having fun yet?” She asked, closing the space between them.

[Reece Turner]

The girl certainly had a sharp tongue to her. She was fiery and hot and she didn't shy away from his touch although he could tell she was uncertain and cautious and the only reason he'd stopped in the middle of the dance floor and offered to dance with her was because there was just no way out of this. No way through so he turned to face her and offer her a dance. She was moving against him almost instantly causing most of the wolves around them to start drooling over her. She was clearly extremely good at this. Her swaying hips and her perfect body, pressed flush against him, made Reece completely forget the world around them.

It was her and him and the music and it vibrated through his body like a heart beat. Her body was his for the duration of that song and the circles she danced around him, the way she pressed against him was oh so inviting. She was the prey that he would conquer and own. That was the part of the male dancer. He smirked and nodded slowly then grazed his lips along the side of her neck as he took her hand, spun her out and pulled her back into his body, almost roughly. His moved a hand behind her head and tilted her back in a dip before pulling her body back up against his and then her back was against his chest.

His hips moved smoothly against hers, his hand sliding around her waist, without warning he twirled her out again taking her other hand to sway with her for a while before it was his turn to circle around her sliding his hand all the while around her waist. The world slowly started to come back into focus when he noticed the music had changed and he pulled her to him hoping to see exhiliration in her eyes for it would be reflected back at her in his own eyes.

"You're amazing. I don't wanna pimp my own club but you're far above the rep of this place. Come dance at my place. I love Salsa dance club. "
He almost whispered against her lips as he only half swayed to the music. He could feel eyes on them and he knew that he'd proven what he needed to. Aracilli was not the only one that could help him turn heads. Aracelli wasn't the only person in the world that fit against Reece's body like a puzzle piece.

[Charlie Becketh]

Charlie could gauge the reaction she was having on Reece, as he seemed completely entranced by her movements, and the eyes of his group weren’t the only ones they were attracting. As stated earlier, not a lot of people knew what they were doing when they went out clubbing. She pushed the other boys out of the way with simple flicks of the wrist as she honed in her attention on Reece, making him appear to be the only one in the room who was on her mind. That was the technique and allure of dancing. Every man wanted the girl, and every girl wanted to be the seducer. Charlie was more than happy to make her partner look good, especially in front of his group, whose jaws had dropped. They probably weren’t expecting her to be able to dance like this.

Goosebumps rose over the flesh of her neck, as he used her like a yoyo. Charlie snapped her hips and flicked her hand at the exact moment of extent, before spinning into him once more, her body strong yet fluid as he dipped her to the floor, people making room for the grand gesture. Her long brown hair skimmed the ground slightly from the full stretch, elongating her neck as the room appeared upside down. It wasn’t the alcohol that was the cause, for once. They were attracting a crowd that’s for sure. It was really too bad that more people didn’t know how to dance like this.

Caught off guard as she was spun out yet again, Charlie managed to make the move look good and saunter back into the long haired boy’s embrace. Reece was bold enough to keep eye contact as he circled around her expertly, before he snapped back to reality. She had to snap back as well. She had forgotten they were in a crappy club. She smiled up at him then, changing the mood from sexy to having fun, for she was having fun, and dancing was just that, dancing. It was just like fighting. Movements, precise and poise, with fiery emotion involved. Capoeira was her favourite style because it incorporated both.

The compliments ensued, along with a couple of cheers and even some applause from those nearby. Charlie laughed lightly, her eyes sparkling. “You’re not so bad yourself Reece,” she said, her hands against his chest as they swayed, recovering from the intricate number they had performed only moments before. He was getting very close, and Charlie stayed put, taking it as another challenge. She wasn’t a shy girl by any means. Reece had managed to pick the one girl in here who knew what she was doing, besides those in his own group of course.

“What time?” She asked. Of course, she would only be able to make it if she wasn’t working, and if... Wait, was it supposed to be a date? Charlie smiled coyly as realization hit her. This was how he picked up girls, wasn’t it? Spin them around the dance floor a little bit, impress them with his dance moves and then take them home. “Maybe then you can show me how you really dance.” She dared, her fingertips tracing down his chest to his stomach before she stepped away from him, the dance floor, and into the washroom.

Charlie walked into a cubicle and locked it before leaning against the door, a huge goofy smile on her face as she ran her finger tips through her hair. That had been so hot, and she needed to calm down a bit before heading home. She wanted to lose him before setting foot in that club of his at a later date, but that wasn’t a promise fate could keep.

[Reece Turner]

His beautiful dance partner had savvy and smooth moves and most importantly, she was confident. Reece had come to realize that the best dancers were those who knew they were hot and wouldn't settle for anything less then making it clear to everyone around him. The best dancers were enticing and allowed their suitors to take control of them. Like Aracelli, like this girl. He'd had many students come and go in his time and very few of them wanted Reece to capture them, showing it in their dances. The best dancers were those who'd tasted lust, tasted sex and used that in their dancing.

The way she allowed him to manipulate her body was a complete turn on, Reece wouldn't deny. Her smooth movements, the way she glided, the hard lust in their movements was prove that she knew how to dance and she was wasting it here? In a club where it looked like others were having epileptic fits? Why wasn't 'I Love Salsa' her first choice? Where the men worked their dance partners hard enough to make a sheen of sweat spread across their skins and were the woman wore such tiny little outfits that you could see every curve and piece of skin to make you wanna work them hard.

Plus... Reece didn't do the whole age limit thing in his club. He knew he was on a thin grey line with that but the fact of the matter was that he had sixteen year old students who enjoyed doing salsa with the passion most adults did so why kick them out? Alcohol though, was not served to minors. The club was tiny enough to keep a watch on who had bought who drinks and his barstaff were not only dancers and drink servers but also mothers and fathers where that was concerned. He expected them to be fully responsible for the crowd in the bar.

Then again... He eyed the girl he was dancing with for a moment. How had she gotten in there anyway...? Reece's eyes flicked around the circle they'd made when the applause came over the music, frowning as if he hadn't expected it before he heard the girl speak and his eyes flicked back to hers when she told him that he was not bad dancing either.
"Years of studing..."
He brushed away the apology smiling at the sparkle in her eyes.

"You look almost... like a girl. That's the first time tonight that I saw you looking like a girl instead of.. well a fighter from DOA. Not that they weren't incredibly hot."
Reece's hands wrapped around her waist lazily as they swayed against one another. Reece's eyebrows raised when she mentioned him showing her how he really danced...Wow... did she just...? His gripp loosened when her hand glided along his chest and his breath caught. She pulled away and was gone before Reece knew it.

"Wow. Okay you win. That was hot. Made even me horny."
Lacey moved up when he was free and wrapped her arms around his neck. Anthony siddled up to stand in front of Reece and Reece frowned shrugged Lacey off.
"Where's Laker?"
"He went home. Wasn't feeling too well. Too much beer."
It was Anthony's well rehearsed line whenever he pissed Laker off.

"Yes, because he found out you cheated on him with...with..."
He eyed Lacey with a look of disappointment.
"Thanks Reece..."
Lacey stomped off and Anthony made to follow her but Reece caught his shoulder.

"Go.Home. That girl is NOT your home. She feels good each time she adds another notch to her bedpost. You were another notch and I'm a notch if she can ever get me. Don't do that, Ant. Go home."
Anthony frowned at his friend before nodding and heading for the door. Reece watched him disappear before turning to be face to face with another girl.

"Wanna dance with me next, hotstuff?"
Reece winced as he felt her body sway against his and back up rather quickly heading to the bar. He didn't know if he should wait for Charlie to tell her where he was located or if he had to leave. She was taking her time. Maybe... maybe when she thought he'd asked her out on a date it had freaked her out a little and she didn't want to go with him. Reece frowned at the thought then got up and headed for the exit of the club.

He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable after the dancing they'd just done...

[Charlie Becketh]

After collecting herself in the bathroom, Charlie smoothed down her dress and slipped by the drunkards in the club. The brunette spotted Reece, and since he was busy with a new target, she made her exit, but not before Lacey grabbed her wrist.

“You have to come to I Love Salsa,” she stated simply, a sloppy smile on her face. Charlie smiled politely and gave a small shrug. “I don’t know, I don’t have a lot of money...” Lacey made a choking noise before laughing. “Trust me, Reece and you,” she pointed at her, and Charlie watched the other girl’s finger as though it was some kind of accusing weapon, “you two look good together, better than his other girlfriend, you won’t need to pay a dime.” Lacey was giggling now. Charlie looked at the dance floor where Reece was enjoying himself. “Other girlfriend.” She repeated. So that was his game then, well she wasn’t one to be played with.

“What time are you open tomorrow?” Charlie asked her attention on the girl. After the details were told to her she snaked her way out of the club, a flash of canary yellow through the exit doors. Reece would see her again, possibly sooner than he anticipated.

The End.

(OOC: Continued in Beating Him at His Own Game)