Tipsy Cha~Cha~CHA! (Rhys)

[Remle Boyd]

Remle didn't often go to clubs. Bars yes, she liked bars. They were calm escapes from her hectic life but clubs were often cloying, crowded and way too many grabby hands. Apparently it was because when you went with someone who could dance with you and watch your back for grabby hands things were so much better. She had chosen tonight as the time for Rhys to pay his debt to her for jumping out of the lake last week. She'd been really busy since then and only able to meet him for their normal runs but no extra gym work. The station had picked up more ads and it was her job to organize them and make arrangements for putting them into the schedule. She was very ready to blow off some of her pent up stress.

She didn't live too far from the Frosty Apple and sent a message to Rhys when they'd planned to go that he was more than welcome to stay at her apartment later if he didn't want to go home. She hoped the winking emoji was enough to convey that she hoped he stayed over. After what happened last week in his apartment she was more than a little interested in pursuing whatever came next. She wasn't sure if she wanted a relationship again, but she did know that she liked Rhys and last week had been fun. So here she was waiting for him just outside the club, her blonde hair was down tonight but curled in loose waves from earlier today. They'd mostly straightened out but there was still enough bounce in them to make her hair interesting for the night. Actually in her leather jacket and red corset top she was certain that no one from work would recognize her. She knew that if Dakota could see her now he'd be proud. This look did suit her from time to time. The heels made it classier though, even though he'd have preferred combat boots.

She caught sight of Rhys and waved to him, her heels put her eyes nearly level with his. "Hey!" she greeted cheerfully. "You ready? I can't decide if I'm doing cocktails or whiskey tonight, what's going to be harder to work off at the gym?" she pondered teasingly.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys happened to catch sight of Remle as the pretty blonde shouted and waved at him, catching his attention and drawing him toward her. He grinned at the sight of her, wrapped up tightly in those pants that didn't have room for air and that corset top...he had to shake his head to clear his thoughts a little bit as he got close enough to her to chat.  This was going to be a night to remember, assuming the drinks didn't get in the way.

Clubbing was technically his penalty for losing a wager with her, but as far as he was concerned, he had ended up 'winning.' Multiple times. This was a price he was more than happy to pay, particularly if the little winking emoji was any sort of clue. A few hours of time and wages spent at the club were easily worth his friendship with her. Plus, she was a fun workout partner.

"Yes. They're both impossible to work off, and by the end of the next visit to the gym, you're going to be regretting this night a lot," he replied with quick laugh. He put an arm around her, pulling her closer to him to plant a little kiss on her temple before letting go. "It's all sugar, so it's a lot of work to counter. Really kicks the good diet in the nuts...sure makes for a good time though. We can regret it together at the gym in two days."

[Remle Boyd]

Remle blushed as he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. Even though she was happy with the attention she still wasn't used to those acts being so public. She had always been a little shy though. She knew that drinking in excess tonight would mean pain the next time he got her to the gym so all she could do was suck it up and take it with grace. After all, this was her idea and while originally she'd thought of it as a way to try and steal a kiss, odds are that she was going to end up with something a lot better. "Sounds good, I'll just be sure to balance my diet accordingly to account for the overdraft tonight," she teased as she put her own arm around his waist and steered him towards the club.

Pilot Ridge wasn't so big that they needed to wait, or that Rhys was going to get left out because the male-to-female ratio was too skewed. The couple breezed in and Remle checked her coat at the front room. The leather jacket slipped down her toned arms as she proudly displayed her tattoos to the patrons of the club, mostly because they looked really nice with her corset. Her ID was in her pocket just in case and she turned back to look at Rhys with a grin. "You'll have to buy me a drink if you want me to dance again," she felt prudent to remind him since she wasn't going to dance any other way for him. "Something sweet, but I'll leave what it is up to you, surprise me?" she said with a delicate shrug of her shoulders. In truth she was looking forward to the dancing, the last time it was just her out there on her own, she had a feeling that being pressed against each other on a dance floor would be rather fun in the end.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys was probably enough of a man-hunk to get into the club even IF the gender ratio was a little overly masculine. He left his jacket up front with Remle's and followed her into the club, his reluctance subdued by the pleasure of seeing Remle in that corset. That was a sight that was difficult to argue against, and he wasn't exactly in the position to argue against it anyway; he owed her the night since he lost their bet.

"Buying drinks gets me another dance? Seems to be a fair deal, particularly if I get one anything like that dance I saw you perform," he replied with a grin before heading toward the bar. He wasn't sure what qualified as a sweet drink, but fortunately, that's what the bartender was for! He vaguely ordered a couple of drinks, left a nice tip, and headed back to Remle with a nice pair of drinks. He'd just get her shots sooner or later, and then they probably wouldn't even have to worry about what the drinks tasted like.

Rhys set one of the drinks in front of Remle, fairly confident it was the 'sweet' drink; the other glass was the familiar shade of his whiskey. "I asked the bartender for something sweet and a whiskey. She gave me her number and my drink," Rhys said between laughs. "But I ended up with a drink for you anyway. I stuck around long enough to explain that I'd meant something sweet to drink for the woman I'm here with, so don't say I never did anything for you." Talking over the music in the place wasn't too easy, but with any luck, talking wouldn't be the main attraction of being at the club.