Waiting for you [open]

[Celia Gaines]

She wasn't one to drink alcohol, so why go to a club? Singing was one of her hobbies so why go to a place where you are required to yell in order to be heard? That last one was easily answered by what she sang. What she sang wasn't really seen as music for a lot of people, they'd describe it as screaming so in that respect her throat was pretty resistant and raising the volume a slight bit was the least of her worries. Why she went to a club, though, wasn't as easily answered. Especially not seeing as it wasn't really all that crowded yet.

She sighed as she took a sip from the soda she had gotten from some guy who was probably looking to get lucky or something. Only barely did she keep from pouring the drink down his pants in order for him to cool off, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth as she was just glad she got something else than alcohol from some horny guy. Maybe he'd be able to get lucky with her, she was just that easy. The only problem here was that she wasn't into guys.

The music was still not loud enough to require screaming to be heard, but that didn't stop people from pouring in, likely because they wanted to get in before people were denied. This wasn't why Celia was in there so early, that had another reason. She wanted to meet people and you didn't really need a full crowd for that to happen. Besides, if she wanted to go she'd just go. She never really got the fuss surrounding clubbing, sure she'd done it in her college years because plenty of people wanted her to go with them, so it became a routine for her to go to the clubs straight after school.

But now, she was older. And some things were better left not repeated. She grinned as she realized that was why she gave up on alcohol.

Plenty more people poured in and the music got louder as the whole club got more of those ''party'' vibes going. Maybe she'd just wait for someone to come by and talk to her. But by god that dancing did look good for some reason, and that wasn't just because of all the women present.

[Delilah Pryce]

Delilah wasn't what you would call a social butterfly, but she did come out into the world and integrate herself. Clubs and bars were her usual haunt, anywhere that served liquor really. Yeah, she was sort of a drunk but she had her reasons. She couldn't remember those reasons to be honest but the need to drink was still there. Thankfully her addiction to pain killers was shrinking week by week, all thanks to Jade. Delilah was a train wreck. She was self destructive and cynical to a fault. Her world was dark and pointless. She trusted no one.....Well, that part is a lie. There were a very limited number of people she actually trusted and that trust was earned through blood, sweat, and tears.

Back to the story at hand though. Delilah had come to this place out of boredom. She had grown tired of sitting around in her dark abandoned apartment. She had to get out, find a little human interaction. Even those who hated socializing still needed some company from time to time. The club wasn't exactly crowed but it had enough people to be busy. The noise was a welcome sound as it helped Delilah drown out the chaos in her head. Sometimes having a photographic memory was more of a curse than an benefit. All those books and magazines rolling around in her brain nearly drove her crazy. Having knowledge of crap she could care less about got real old, real quick. The shot glass in front of her and its clear cool liquid helped as well. She had had four shots already and was about to down her fifth. Delilah was a professional drinker you could say. The amount she had consumed would relax her but leave her in mild control of herself.

Delilah downed the shot and put the shot glass back down on the bar upside down. She closed her eyes briefly, letting the liquor flow through her. The feeling, the relaxing of her muscles was what really lead her to her vices. Her body was a traitor, it had a mind of its own. Sure, this made life easier when it came to job hunting, but outside of that, it was a pain. So, every chance she got, Delilah would dull her body. She thought of it as putting her body to sleep so she could finally play.

Delilah had dressed accordingly one might say. She wore a pair of faded jeans which rode low under her hips along with a short sleeveless shirt which teasingly showed off her rather fit stomach. Delilah was proud of her body. Who would't be? She was in great shape physically and loved to show that fact. She was't exactly a whore but had enjoyed many great encounters. As usual, her black hair was pulled over to one side, sort of covering the right side of her face. Her eyeliner was dark and she had darkened the area around her eyes as she always did. She was misery and chose to show that openly. Most people found that attractive. A few guys had tried to hit on her but they never got past their opening line. Delilah wasn't interested in men, in fact she hated them. Well, part of her hated them but she just couldn't remember why. Sean had took that part of her away, that dark shadow which had consumed her. Delilah had asked the man of course to erase her memories. She remembered how worried Sean had been just before the procedure. He was probably the only man she had ever trusted.

Woman. That was Delilah's prey. Such attractive creatures and oh so delicate. Delilah had eyed a few in the club but none so far had really sparked a deep interest. Her dark eyes roamed the club, looking for that right one. Without realizing it, Delilah traced the intricate tattoo that consumed her left arm with her right hand. The tattoo was simply yet complex at the same time. Vines twisted around her arm in a rather vicious looking way. These vines looked dark and they were twisted with small thorns here and there. Like most tattoos these vines had a story. Delilah had always felt twisted and entangled by life. Her past decisions haunted her.

Finally, Delilah found someone worth her time. The woman was like the others here in the club, non-conventional looking. She looked as if she knew life well and judging by the smile she wore and her body movements, she rather enjoyed her life. "This one could be fun", Delilah muttered to herself as she pushed away from the bar. She was a little wobbly but not so much that she couldn't walk or dance. Delilah was at the point of feeling good, her body almost numb. Taking a second to steady herself, Delilah took a deep breath and ventured forth. She pushed past a few people, keeping her gaze upon the woman she was slowly approaching. It had been a while since Delilah had been out and it had been some time since her last intimate encounter. The latter wasn't a sure bet but just spending some time with someone worked as well.

Even though her movements were a bit slower than usual, Delilah moved gracefully to the woman, approaching her from behind. Delilah stopped just behind the woman. She looked her over, smiling as she did so. The noise had grown some as did the music but Delilah didn't mind. She was here to have some fun. The woman in front of her looked to be Delilah's type. An out of the box sort of girl. Moving a bit closer to the woman so she could be heard, Delilah smiled, letting her gaze drift to the crowd the woman was watching. The floor was filling up with people wanting to dance. "You know, its a lot funner if you actually go out there and dance instead of just watching", Delilah said, leaning in close to the woman's ear. She raised her voice only slightly, just enough to be heard over the noise but not enough to scream in the dear woman's ear.

[Celia Gaines]

She was playing with her hair. She was freaking playing with her hair! Those long blue strands weren't supposed to be played with by her! Well, they were in a way but not while oggling random women convulsing on the dancefloor. She supposed it was what they called dancing even if she didn't. No, Celia was from the scene with headbanging, haircopters and moshpits, and in one of those three she felt uncomfortable as all hell. Moshpits. It was moshpits. She was happy to be a singer in such a band so she didn't have to partake in something like a moshpit and risk getting her arm torn off or something.

This was why she only half noticed when someone talked to her, her mind still drawn to the women on the dancefloor than the actual dancefloor itself. Celia knew it was a matter of time before some giddy woman or horny guy asked her to dance, and she wouldn't be surprised if the men there just wanted to find out if she did that grindy thing that seemed to be popular with.. just about everyone. Maybe she would, just to tease. At the end of the night, or sooner depending on the traffic, she would get what she needed to unwind anyway. Perhaps a bit cocky to be sure of, but Celia never struck out.

A mumble left her mouth as she turned her head back, tearing her attention away from the dancefloor and looking at the drink she had gotten. She chuckled lightly and took a sip as the same voice as before was heard, only closer this time. And without her mind being on the dancefloor looking up all those women she was able to react as just a simple glance to the side revealed that she was being spoken to in her ear! Or at it. She supposed it was okay though, the sound was getting louder by the minute and you would really have to try to be heard at the moment.

Something about dancing and how it would be.. funner? to join in instead of just watching? Celia raised a brow as she listened. Well, that was everything the woman said to her anyway, so she could stop listening. But still, equal parts what the hell and joy. This one could be fun and wasn't utterly disgusting. Maybe not even a little bit disgusting. ''I'm not here to dance, babe. I'm here to drink my drink and watch people make fools out of themselves!'' She said with a wide smile, happy that someone talked to her.

[Delilah Pryce]

A polite sort of rejection, playing hard to get. Delilah only smiled for the game had begun. This woman had become Delilah's prey as soon as the first word left her mouth. Delilah was an aggressive person to put it mildly. Sure, she had the skills to force herself on this woman somewhere, but she wasn't a monster. A beast maybe, but never a monster. She would continue to push as long as the woman was in her sights. She loved the sport of it, the thrill of the chase. It made the outcome all that more pleasant, if there was an outcome that is. This would be a challenge though as Delilah was a bit rusty at this sort of thing. Despite her ability, no matter how many skills she had, none of them would help her with talking. This was her on her own. No problem, right?

The woman had a point about people making fools of themselves with all that bumping and grinding and what not. It had its time and place Delilah supposed, but it seemed the time and place was around a bunch of drunk idiots. They were fun to watch sometimes as drunks always made the best entertainment. Delilah didn't notice any smell of booze from the woman, but then again there were a lot of people in here drinking and that smell was sort of everywhere so trusting your senses was a crap shoot. Picking up someone who was sober was certainly harder than a tipsy one. Still, Delilah loved a challenge.

Flexing her right hand a little, her knuckles popped. Delilah readied herself for the dance. With fluid grace or what she could call grace with five shots in her, Delilah moved to make sure she was fully face to face with the woman. Her smile found its way back to her face and she pulled her long dark hair from her face. The woman was just as attractive as Delilah had hoped, heck, she was magnetic! Perhaps Delilah had found more of a challenge than she had anticipated. This one wasn't a stranger to this sort of game and Delilah could find herself the prey instead of the predator. Oh, how she hoped.

The music was a bit hypnotic for Delilah and her body oh so wanted to move. It took a great deal of control to stop herself from sliding right out into the crowd. Music played a very important part in Delilah's life as it was a doorway to escape from reality. Music did indeed soothe this savage beast. "Let's go be fools together!", she said loudly tilting her head toward the crowd just briefly. "I promise I'll be a good girl!", Delilah said with a wink, holding her hand out for the woman to take.

[Celia Gaines]

Well, that could be fun. Slightly. Maybe. Celia was no stranger to making a fool out of herself and it seemed this girl that was talking to her wasn't either. She turned on the part of her brain that controlled her attention span and she turned to the girl, showing that she was listening a bit more with a smile etched upon her face. The drink stood behind her and she felt the urge to get up from her stool to go out on the dancefloor with this girl to go be a fool with her. ''Honey, I can be a fool from here if I wanted.'' She joked as she got up.

But aside from making a fool out of both of them like the girl had suggested she could also see the potential night that could follow, and if the choice to be made was left to the blue haid girl it wouldn't end at just being a potential nightl she would do what it took to get some 'experience' though the girl in front of her seemed to be a bit older as she glanced her over, not entirely being subtle about checking out her chest. Yeah, Celia was a bit of a guy when it came to women.

She leaned in to whisper in her eard and licked her lips. ''Fooling around is something I do best.'' She teased as she leaned back out and took her hand, exerting her power to see if the other girl would comment on it, see if she was a meta or something.

''The music just irks me. Something about it not being my thing.'' She couldn't really headbang to this music, though she supposed that wasn't what she was supposed to do. ''To be slightly honest, I've never danced before.'' She admitted slowly. ''Just.. is there grinding involved?''

''Please say yes, you look too hot not to rile up.''