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TGIF // Marr Nov 6, 2013 5:39:20 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 6, 2013 5:39:20 GMT -5

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de·mi·tri

1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]I[/font]My feet make no noise as I race through the darkness. Most people might find the darkness a place where fear is hidden. They might find themselves running into an uncomfortable place, a place of the unknown… but to me- fear was like my second home- fear was a place where I felt comfortable, where I felt free, where I felt that I was in control. I could control the darkness, as much as it could control me. If I wanted to be concealed then I could. If I wanted to be visible to the human eye then I could do that as well. I loved the darkness and the feelings of life, the feelings of freedom that it brought to me. Darkness may seem mysterious to many, but to me it was as light as day, and as familiar as my thumb.

Tonight I ran free. I owned the streets, my body weaving in and out of the narrow maze of the alleyways. I had just finished my latest assignment and now I was free to roam. I knew where I was going. I was going to a place where I could relax, a place where I could allow my body to lose the tension that held me tight throughout my whole life- to the only place where I could not be an assassin, even if it was for a few hours. The place where I was headed to was a place that I was familiar with, I went there often liking to escape from my job- but don’t get me wrong, I love my job, it is the best thing in the world that I could ever imagine doing, but sometimes, sometimes I just needed a break, I needed to take a step back and smell the roses.

Rounding the last corner I slow down, my heart pounding like a race horse in my chest. It felt good to feel that deep burn in my calves, the leaping beat of my heart, the gentle ache in my chest. It was so empowering, the burn of adrenaline. A smile slipped onto my lips as I started to wander down the final street that would lead me to my destination. I could already hear the rythmatic beat of the music, that gentle thump thump thump. My smile grew, I loved music, I loved the way as it entered your body as a sound, just a sound but yet it made you feel as though it was physically beating through you, encouraging you to join in with the rhythm, begging you to move your body in time with the thump thump thump.

Then I round the last bend and I am bit with blinding lights- the whole street alive, alive with lights, with bodies, with music. I grin. This was my place, the place where one could forget their woes, could loosen up and have a good time with no regrets. It takes a moment for my dazzled eyes to adjust to the dramatic change in lighting, but when they do I stand still for a moment, my jaw dropping. I don’t know how many times I have come here (too many time to count) but each time it is the same jaw dropping reaction.

Picking my jaw off the floor I strut down the street, my body easily fall into the time of the music. I walk past a few girls who are huddled over a table chatting away loudly about life- about cats actually- and a frown slides onto my forehead, for a moment before slipping away my grin back in place. I don’t look over at them, but I hear their voices drop suddenly and I can feel the weight of their eyes on me as I wander past them, my smile growing. This was my place. The place where I could have a good time, the place where I could let everything go, the place where I could be me.

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TGIF // Marr Nov 6, 2013 6:13:55 GMT -5

Post by * on Nov 6, 2013 6:13:55 GMT -5

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Character is who you are in the dark.

The mirrored image I see in front of me, speaks more of an later teen than anything. My high arching cheeks, the make up that I put on lightly. The stain of a red that colors my lips from the dull pink they normally are. There were so many times, at night, that I would go out after my dad and brother were asleep. My brother knew, but my father didn't. He would go balistic if he knew. So, quiet as a mouse, I moved through my room. Changing my clothes from the night wear I was wearing when my dad headed off to bed. My hair laying over my shoulders and cascading down below my chest in soft curls. I ran my fingers through once more, trying to make sure that the execution would be perfect. I was already tall for my age, standing just a little over five five. My skinny physique fitting into this dress that would be deemed for someone in their early twenties. My appearance was part of my facade though. All a facade.

I kissed my hand and then puckered my lips to blow it into the mirrored image of my self as I quickly turned away and walked to the door to listen for the silence I knew would be my escape. I don't do this often enough, but I do like to get out. My dad is the no nonsense type. Hell bent on training and rules, so it was only natural that I would be the rebellious teenage daughter that would do this. If my mother was still alive...

I shake that thought out of my head and click the lights off in my room and go through the house. Step after step, I go cautiously. I'm aware of the squeaky floorboard in front of the chair in the living room. I avoid it at all costs and make my way to the door. Just as my hand reaches the metal of the handle, I hear a whisper behind me that puts me into a light shock.

"Jeren!" I whisper out and turn. My eyes go straight to him, glaring as he comes up to me. He's older than me by just two years, but he hates how I get away with going out when he never could. I smile at him. "I'm going out for a while. Cover for me please? I need this. After training today... I need to get out."

He crosses his arms at me with a stern face following. I know he isn't going to let me go easily, but he shakes his head and motions for me to go. I smile and turn the knob to the door. I'm faster than lightning and the door closes without a sound. I feel elated at this sensation. I'm always about the rules during the day, but at night, I'm constantly looking for something new. Something to further my intellectual training. Words are a gateway into someone's heart. Used the right way, can break the strongest man. Used againt an enemy, it can bring out the furosity in a person. I love to see the way words attack a person's ears and see the reactions. I learned to speak up after those battles with a bully when I was younger. Not anymore would my voice be silenced.

The night sky was intimidating. It might be that I was out when I shouldn't have been, but there was so many reasons I had to get out. It only seemed right, so when I started walking to where I was going, I felt my heart beat quicken. How was I going to get in tonight? Can't go in the backdoor this time. Can't get in by putting on a sappy story of a long lost love that left me hanging. It worked last time, but my makeup was ruined. Tonight, I had another ploy.

My heels clicked on the pavement of the sidewalks on the way to the building. The lights already illuminating the place I could see, so in turn, I quickened my step. I came into sight of the door and took a deep breath, held my small clutch toward my hip and walked up to the door where the man was waiting. I had seen two girls go in before me. They were giggling and continued to go in after showing them their passes. I suddenly called out to them when they were out of sight.

"Karren... Jinna? You've got my ID!" My voice carries out, but is lost in the music. The man looks to me, and I shrug my shoulders. "I swear... they always do that. I didn't realize that they had it. Do you mind?" I give him the sweetest smile that I can muster. HOping and praying that this might get me in. After what seem like ages, I look to him in desperation. "I swear.. I"ll be right back. They said they were going straight to the bar. I told them I would catch up. I had to fix my hose, see?"

I show off my leg to the man, and then with a gruff noise, he raises an eyebrow then booms out with his voice. "MAke it quick. Don't make me come after you."

"Thank you! I'll be right back, promise!" I tell him and race inside, while muttering something under my breath. INside, I see the lights. Feel the music. The scene almost breathtaking. It's a fresh breath of air to be here. Free from the restraints of my father. For the next hour or two, the night was my playground.

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TGIF // Marr Nov 6, 2013 23:46:13 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 6, 2013 23:46:13 GMT -5

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de·mi·tri

1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]M[/font]y feet danced to the music as I made my way up to the club ~~like, “what up? I got a big cock!”~~ my hands reaching into y pockets for a brief moment as my fingers search for the card that would allow my entry. I pull the ticket out, a smile plastered to my face as I looked down on the man who assessed my ID then me. With a brief nod I was allowed in, my body instantly moving to the dance floor where I moved like Jagger all the way to the bar. Bodies filled the room, covered with sweat as they swayed bopped and moved to the beat of the music. The smile on my lips grow, this place truly was a place of pure happiness. I didn’t come here that often- but I’ll tell you what, when I did, I partied like there was no tomorrow staying out all hours of the night. But by no means was I like my brother Phantilius, no, now he was a different story him. If he had the choice he would probably leave the brotherhood all together and make permanent residence at the bar counter where he would drink away all his woes and become one of the those aggressive alcoholics with no friends.

But no, I would never end up like that boy, always hangover, or passed out somewhere or lying in a puddle of his own vomit. I didn’t understand, I couldn’t understand, how he could do that to himself? How could he make his body, mentally and physically, go through such a challenge? Shaking my head I push away the thoughts of Phan to the back of my mind, I didn’t need him to wreck my night once again. Suddenly I turn to face the bar in front of me, my hands pressing against the cool wood of the table top. [/color]“Hey bar man!” My voice is loud as I try to talk over the beating music and the chatting voices. “Can you get one of those Brazilian beers? Yeah, that, cheers mate.” The bottle, cold as ice, flies across the bench and into my outstretched hand.

The moment it hits the warm skin of my palm it is lifted of the bench and on the journey to my open mouth. The lip of the bottle touched my lip, and I tip the fiery liquid into my mouth, letting the burn slip down the tender skin of my throat. I don’t groan, or make a face; I take it like a pro. Pulling the bottle away from my lips, I sigh in relief, the burning sensation of the liquid dying ever so slowly. It was refreshing, to feel the fire slid into my body, warming me from the inside out. Giving a little howl of bliss I pull away from the bar, the bottle clasped tightly in my grasp, a smile plastered to my handsome face. “Let’s get this party started.” I mumble as I wander in the mass crowd, my body instantly rubbing up against the sweaty skin of the people who surrounded me.

The music thumped louder in my ears, and my body moved faster as I slowly got lost in the bet, my bottle finding my lips until it ran dry, until the fiery liquid was all consumed. I toss the bottle over my shoulder, and I hear a scream as the bottle collides with someone’s body. But I don’t apologise or move to help them; I just continue moving with the raving crowd. Slowly I begun to move to the egged of the crowd, my body bobbing with the music, my face curled with a smile that would be hard to wipe away. Finally I reach the edge of the crowd, to watch a girl- who barely looked old enough to be here- duck into the club. My eyes watch as she slips into the crowd like a snake. Curious, I move to follow her, my body moving silently as my feet me guide towards the place where I had last seen her.

See her, dancing to the music, a grin replace my genuine smile. I take a quick peak around before moving towards her, quickly, and expertly may I add, slipping into her hold. It was like we were in a slow dance stance as my hands snaked around her body. The music had changed, and oddly enough it seemed to work for me. “Well, hello there, may I have this dance?” I ask politely, my face scrunched up in a grin.

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TGIF // Marr Nov 7, 2013 6:54:09 GMT -5

Post by * on Nov 7, 2013 6:54:09 GMT -5

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Character is who you are in the dark.

Thank you! I'll be right back, promise!

There are so many things wrong with the words that I just told him. One, I basically was just thanking him for his gullibility. Two, he will never see me again, I'm sure. He has too many people that he see's constantly, that how will he come after me? Three? My promises only mean something toward family and friend. To a total stranger, though? It's basically like an I owe you that never gets repaid. So, I am free. Free to roam this bumping place. To take in the smell of the alcohol, even though I'd never touch the stuff, it still seems to get into my system. It lingers around my senses of the people on the dance floor. On their breaths. Bodies. How the drink can turn the most respectable man into a bumbling fool. It's like a weakness they are willing to partake in and as long as they don't remember what they did or how they acted, they didn't care. They would keep doing it. That's when I would use that to my advantage. In their drunken stupor, I would get my dances in. Spend my night with the men that wouldn't remember I was there. I never reveal my true name, so that's less evidence that they will know me somewhere else in the district. It just always worked out.

I see immediately, the two girls at the bar ordering their drinks. They still laugh like they did as they came in and I'm sure, if I hang around them, the bouncer will definately find me. So, I make a point to stay away from the girls. I walk by the bar and stare at the bartender as he mixes their drinks. The kind that is full of color and vibrante amounts of vodka. One day, I will see about my own drink, but for now, I have other plans. My intentions for tonight is to get all my inhibitions out the right way. To dance. To sweat off the training with something fun. To move my body with the music that is blaring almost too loudly. I like it. That means less talking.

The lights move around me, touching my body with so many colors that I feel elated to get on the dance floor and then in a matter of a few quick strides, I am. My heels are regretable though. I can tell, I will lose them by the end of the night. Walking home barefooted in the dark won't be exactly the most idea way to spend my walk home, not to mention I'd lose a great pair of pumps. However, it would be so much better than having the shoes make my feet scream all night. For now, they are my dancing partners. My step into those beats that surround me.

My hands going to my hair. Playing with my long locks that cascade over my chest. Over and over, my fingers get tangled into the strands and I allow a cunning way to detangle them by bending my elbows, bringing my hands over in front of me. My hips move so fluidly, my legs bending to accentuate my hips movments to the music and even with the close proximity with the people, I feel like I am one by myself. There is only me there. No others. That makes me feel so much better. No judements. No eyes. Everyone is doing their own thing, however they want to. I make myself turn around in a circle and bump slightly into some girl and with an apology, I get back to my roots. My hands exlore my neck, not caring what shape my hair is in. My eyes had closed for the briefest of moments, when I suddenly felt someone press their body against mine. It jarrs me only momentarily and my hand touches his chest, just so that I may not fall. My eyes open slowly. My first though was that I had found my first drunken fool to dance with, but as I stared into his eyes and listened to his muted voice against the background noise, I can tell, that he's not drunk. Even when his hands began to snake around my waist, I let my reasonings go. O'well. I can't dance by myself.

"You may." I give him a seductive look, and bow my head just slightly as the music changed. It was both weird yet wonderful timing as he had already put himself into the position for a slow dance with me, even though the music's tempo changed just slighty slower, it still allowed that quick moving beat. There was hardly any space between us, but with the crowded dance floor that it was, I couldn't really expect that he had much room to share. Instinctively, I bring my arms up, and coil them around his neck. I can only see his face enough through the dancing lights to see that he looks not much older than me. I give him a smile and a question.

"I've never see you here before. I would know. Do you come here often?" A clichéd question, but one that I am particularly fond of.

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TGIF // Marr Nov 10, 2013 7:46:03 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 10, 2013 7:46:03 GMT -5

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de·mi·tri

1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]D[/font]ancing was not something my thing. I was hopeless at it. So why am I here? Because when you dance here all you have to do is sway your hips slightly and throw your hands in the air like you just don’t care. And to be quite honest: I was good at that. Usually when I danced people would stop and stare, move out the way and cheer me on as I made jerky movements that made my whole body sore and tender- but that was all part of the fun right? The crowd would cheer me on as my jerky fractured flow would suddenly turn into some smooth fluid movements that made the crowd stare at me in awe. But the dancing I was doing now? With another person at my side? Well let’s just say, I haven’t really mastered the concept yet.

The girl alarmed at first before relaxing slightly, her gaze turning to look into my dark orbs that were alight with question. She studies me for a moment longer before a seductive smile slips onto her lips, her voice low and smooth as she tells me that I may. At first I am surprised by her response- something that rarely happens to me- but after a moment the surprise is drowned away. It was not usual for me to go for the younger girls, girl who looked like they could be no older than 16, but there was something about the way this girl had slinked in that had caught my attention. I wanted to know more about her, more about why she was here. But I hold my questions back, knowing better. A stranger asking a young girl like her questions like the once that buzzed through my mind would look, sound, rather creepy.

Her hands slide up my chest, linking around my neck. I smile slightly, my hands tightening around her waist, my movements more confident than earlier. There was barely a strip of air separating both our bodies, and I felt the urge to close that space, but knew I should hold back. Being held by the girl, like this, reminded me of a time when I had been wandering the streets one night. Rain had filled the air, and a lonely girl rounded a corner, a smile pressed to her full lips. She wore no shoes, as she giggle and ran to my side, her wet hands slipping in mine as she pulled me to the centre of the intersecting. She asked me to dance, her eyes a light as she stared up at me, her soaking wet hair clinging to her wet face. I had wanted to tell her that I couldn’t that I had to get home. But I hadn’t been able to reject her. So that night I had danced with her in the pouring rain, her arms wrapped around my neck, my hands placed on her waist. She told me stories about the rain. Giggled and smiled as I twirled her around.

And it struck me as odd, about how much I had not wanted to dance with, but when she was pulling away to leave I had wanted nothing more than for her to be in my arms in the pouring rain as we danced away or woes and worries. shaking my head a little I concentrate in the girl who was looking up at me, a question in her smile. My grin grows as I stare at her youthful face that seemed so innocent, so pure. "I've never see you here before. I would know. Do you come here often?" The question only makes my grin grow.

I was a mysterious man, in so many ways and no way in hell was I going to just let it all out and blabber endlessly about it to this girl. So with a wink I let half my grin drop. [/color]“Ahh, know. I hang around, and I have no idea in hell how you could miss me- I mean I am the hottest thing in this place!” I knew I sounded cocky, but there was not too much I could do about that, it was in my nature, I was a rather confident guy, a guy who knew that he was attractive. “but I think that is beside the point, you- however- are someone who I have not seen around here,” I add, my head tilting to the side slightly in question. That part was true, I hadn’t seem her around here before. “But never to mind that, cause here we are now, together, dancing… it must be destiny.” oh dayum that was cheesy.
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TGIF // Marr Nov 10, 2013 8:27:37 GMT -5

Post by * on Nov 10, 2013 8:27:37 GMT -5

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Character is who you are in the dark.

I couldn't believe my luck. I'd barely even started dancing on the dance floor when I got a partner so suddenly, and not in the usual form. The last few times I had engaged in this kind of close contact, the guy respectfully asked for my permission, before our bodies met to dance. This guy, that deemed it alright to skip ahead, had already made the first move and then the question. It threw me off a bit, but I am here to dance and dance I will. As I stared at him, I wondered what it was about him that suddenly had me curious to see what kind of moves he had. What kind of actions he was going to incorporate into our close contact. I have to remind myself sometimes, that I'm younger than I want to be. That I somehow am able to get into these places with such ease. Do I look sixteen or do I look older?

The music around me keeps its heading. The fast tempo in the background, making me want to start this little party with the guy, but I can't seem to move from where I am. Should I make the first move to dance, or wait on him?

As long as I think I'd been waiting on an responce from him, his voice comes out through the music and I feel myself leaning up closer to him in order to hear him clearer. Our faces are close, but yet still far enough apart, that I can stare into his eyes and watch his lips as the rotating lights hit him. My hands still are coiled around his neck. Why are you just standing there. Are you going to dance, or just be held by this really hot guy? Damn, Kya... third time coming here sure is a charm... Wonder what his name is... I think, and watch as his grin suddenly takes a turn to answer me.

I have no idea in hell how you could miss me- I mean I am the hottest thing in this place! I tilt my to the side, pursing my lips together and moving my lips to one side in a questionable form. I move my fingers and let the tips lightly graze his back as we talk. I'm more than ready to get this thing started. I don't want to go home, not without at least one good dance. I'm probably sure that I need to get home soon. I'm never too sure when my dad will wake up and see that I'm gone, and then it will be on my brother. So far, I've had all the luck, the times I went out. That's why I feel the dance must begin before it gets any later. I respond to him with only a coy smile.

"Hot, you say? How hot?" My words come out in a more mature way that I expected, with a bit of exaggerated pause on the word 'How'. This is a first. Normally, the drunken guy will just start the ritual, pulling me to turn or dance so close to me until I deem his dance a bit too erotic or inappropriate, even for me. However, this dark haired devil just may prove to be different from all the other guys in this place.
...it must be destiny.

I wonder where he gets his phrases at. Where he's heard them spouted off to a girl who would fall mercilessly under that spell of words. Me? I'm the one who deals with words. Deals with the way they can alter the night. Tonight, my words alter all. So far so good. Now, the dark haired devil will be at my mercy for the next few minutes. I suddenly pull up closer to him, letting my lips come close to his ear for only a briefest of moments as my warm breath graces his ear.

"Destiny is written in the stars of the one who makes a wish on them, sir. Might you have made that wish for me? Shall we get this dance started?" I pull back and with a raised eyebrow, I take a step back and pull him with me in order to get our bodies to start going with the tempo of the music. I want this dance more than ever before. I need to escape. I need to release my anger through the dance. I don't dare think of anything else at the moment, not even the set of eyes that peer at me through the crowd.

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TGIF // Marr Nov 24, 2013 9:35:15 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 24, 2013 9:35:15 GMT -5

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1. eighteen, male, district two

“Become one with the elements that surround you”

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[/size]"D[/font]estiny is written in the stars of the one who makes a wish on them, sir. Might you have made that wish for me? Shall we get this dance started?" I smile down at the girl who I held within my arms, my lips twitching. I was full of cheesy thoughts tonight, I think, before finally allowing my body to be pulled away with the lull of the music. My feet take a step backwards, and then forwards, and I pull and push the girl in my arms along with me. It takes a moment for our bodies to become one, working together with the time of the music, but once they do, it is that much easier, that much more comfortable, to move in one fluid motion, as our bodies swayed to the music.

The girl holds me tightly, her face eager as she too, is pulled away into the music’s rhythm. I take this moment to really look at her. Her face is small, features soft- elegant. It was like the gentle features of Saffron, the only girl, out of the whole assassin association. Saffron was young, so how old must this girl be- if her features resembled those of a girl who could only be 16/17? My head tilts to the side slightly, my eye brows knitting into a frown. Youth shone like a beacon on her face, how did she manage to snake her way in here? How did the bouncer allow her to walk in, without a moment’s hesitation? Maybe she was 18. Maybe she just looked younger than she really was.

Shrugging I push the thought to the back of my mind- for now anyways. I take one last lingering look at her face, before I pull her closer, my arms holding her waist tightly, my lips close to her ear. I wasn’t sure how she would react- but to be totally honest, I wasn’t really concerned. It was hard to resist a handsome fellow like myself. [/color]“Having fun yet?” I almost whisper into her hear, my breath disturbing the stray hairs that hung closely around the girls ear. I smile. “I know I am having fun,” I add casually.

Suddenly my mind flies to Phan, and I wander if he was here, around somewhere, picking up anything with a heartbeat. It only takes me a moment to come to the conclusion, that he must he around somewhere- after all, if her wasn’t completing some assignment- he was here. Drinking until he could no longer walk, drinking until he passed out in some old grimy street, drinking until the sun came up the next morning. It was something we came to expect from him- us assassins. He was always in a state that made us question if he really was reliable to fulfil his assignments- and surprisingly enough, he was.

Then I do the unthinkable.

My toe comes to a halt on the girls. It presses down hard, digging into her small toes. Me- who usually was as elegant as a swan- had steeped- not to gently- on the girls toe. My whole body freezes and it takes me a moment to become fully aware of the situation. Stepping back from the girl, a mask of concern slips onto my face; my hands holding the girls shoulders steadily. “Oh- crap- I am so sorry, I didn’t see your foot… I am sorry, I should-“ After a moment I take a deep breath. Since when had I been the stumbling type? Since when had I been the type lost for words? It was so unlike me- to even feel something close to concern for another human being who I barely knew. “Oh I didn’t see your toe there. Stupid me- your face must have distracted me- it is rather beautiful.”

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They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

TGIF // Marr Dec 9, 2013 5:26:39 GMT -5

Post by * on Dec 9, 2013 5:26:39 GMT -5

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My words have this effect on him instantly. I see the smile that plays on his lips when he hears my words and after trying to start the ritual, he takes over. It takes no more than a few different moves for our bodies to become like one. Our rhythm starting to take on the dance as if it were always suppose to be this way. Our bodies mold together and sway the right way. Our feet moving in unison to avoid the others. To the left we move slightly, then turn to the right. Our feet seem to know where to go as we never touch. I keep my arms around his neck and let my fingers graze his skin. How much I would love to feel more than that right now. I still wonder what this handsome devil's name is? Do I even want to know? Would his name somehow send me straight to hell with desire?

I look up at him and take in the look in his eyes. I swear, I could get lost in them. This is the first time I began to fall for someone that I had just met and right now, I couldn't be more happier than to actually have this dance with him. How lucky was I to have actually found someone that wasn't totally drunk or stumbling around. How weird it was that he's the one who skipped ahead to the dance. Whom I kidding... just enjoy it and quit questioning fate. Dance girl, for the hour of two is coming near.

Once again, I stare at his lips as the dancing lights hits them when I suddenly feel him pull me even closer. No air can pass through the way our bodies are suddenly so tight together and I raise an eyebrow to him when he comes closer. I'm expecting him to kiss me or something when he brings his lips closer and closer to my face but instead he lingers near my ear. Having fun yet? The words come out about the time that his breath touches the strands of hair that hang by my ear and just the movement alone seems to make me shudder. Did he feel that? I know I am having fun.

"Sir... a dream come true, with you." I return the words because he's already that much closer to my lips as well and I can't help but put on a display of a huge smile as we continue to dance. However, for the briefest of moments, I notice his sudden lack of concentration that results in this pain in my toes. I gasp and lean hard into him as I raise my foot up suddenly. I"m glad that he was already so close to me or I would have stumbled, but he moves back away from me. Lovely... we were doing so good... what happened, my handsome devil? His hands are on my shoulders as he begins to apologize to me but I hide the cortortion of pain in my face and cover it with a smile. My littest toe burns but the pain is only going to be short lived, so I can't take it out on him.

"It's fine... really..." I start and see him as he takes a breath and then comes back with more of an apology. Smooth words catches my train of thought and with the phrase that he called me beautiful, I think it has me blushing. "That's cute... " I say to him. Taking compliments usually comes easy to me, but for some reason, my wires are crossed. That's cute? WHat's that suppose to mean?

"So, you're telling me that your not normally this graceful, right?" I ask him as I lean over to him. I move closer once again. "Let's see, with that out of your system, if we can step up this dance another notch?" The music seemed to have been playing in my favor when the rythm began to reach this higher speed and bump in the tone. I give Dimitri this seductive smile and I bring myself closer to him for a mere moment.

"What is you're name, handsome devil?"