Cloud my vision with your denial

That night was a night to be alive. The sweat in the air made his mind go numb; the smell of alcohol, smoke, filled his nose with every passing second. The pounding of feet to the bass pumped through him like an electrical shock. He was alive that night, he was free to be his old self.

All he was worried about was having fun. Ever since he had gotten to Manta Carlos, it seemed that his one night stands and kisses had went down. It wasn't as easy to get power users to fall for someone that seemed so... Normal. He hated that. It made him be angry to the people in his classes, to the few people that did want him in the way he wanted almost everyone.

That night was his night. He got into a club, even for his age, which had set him on a path of blindness until morning. Older people were around him, wanting him, dancing around him. The beat of the music was taking control of everyone around him, fogging up his mind to be a slave to the rhythm.

He felt legs and arms and chests brush up against him, either passing or wanting to be closer to him. His sweat ridden hair was a mess from all the moving around he had been doing, as dancing was a gruesome activity. He started to come out of his high when he noticed that he wasn't the only one that was getting surrounded. Someone else was taking his spotlight, his moment to go back to his old life.

He glared. He danced closer to that person, wanting to see their face between the constant bobbing and shaking of heads around them. He wanted to be better than her, by any means. He showed off a few of his best dance moves, most of them being highly suggestive. That attracted him a few girls and a handful of guys over to him, but still.... He wasn't winning.

@Sashi

The girl was beautiful. There was something that pulled him in, that made him want to stare. Maybe it was the long hair that trailed behind every twirl she made. It was different, to say the least. He ignored her, as he pushed his eyes closed, dancing to the beat as someone spoke to him over the rearing music.

He opened his eyes, to find the woman, who was hovering around him. He smirked as her words were obviously what he wanted. No way would be let some girl beat him, even if she was alluring to more than just him. "Like I'd lose to you!" He smirked, as he wanted to grab that hair of hers, pull her in, and let his body take over. She was going to be his. Though dancing wasn't his finest attribute, or did he have long hair to draw people in with, he had seduction and confidence. He turned, doing a half spin as he effortlessly did a back flip. He landed it, ending in a taunting gaze to his rival.

He smirked as she started to move so fluidly. She was like a body of water. For a second, his eyes couldn't move off of her, as he checked her out quickly, going from her head to her now grounded feel. She moved so effortlessly, which was easy to understand as her hair was one of the many distractions she could use for her basic dancing style.

He did want to look to cliche, as he too was rather flexible. He moved his hands down his sides, as if to draw her in to touch him. That's what he wanted after all. He leaned forward a tad, while he forced his legs up into a handstand. He moved her legs to the beat, before Cairo dropped them into a back bridge, pushing himself up after a small amount of seconds. He moved his body to the slower beat, as he turned to the mysterious girl. Cairo grabbed her hand, violently forcing her body to his. "You look so alone with that body of yours." He said as he wrapped his other arm around her waist, before spinning her around. She was a bit shorter than him, but he didn't mind that.

For a few seconds there, he knew that he had her. She was going along with the closeness, minus a small comment. He had lightly smirked at that, as it was indeed a new line, just for her little pale body. Everything seemed so fine, as if he had finally scored a long haired dancing babe until...

He winced loudly, as he wasn't expecting to be so rudely stepped on but this foxy broad. "Damn girl, it seems you don't like the company of me?" The idea repulsed him as he said it. How could she not be allured to this? After a few seconds of shock, he smelt a rose scent, the smell of his powers that seemed to be kicking in more than before. Hopefully, if she wasn't immune to such a power, she would want to stick around him a bit longer.

His moves were as important. He raised his hand, as he pushed a small gust of wind towards her, in the hopes of getting her attention more so than it already was. "You looked a little too hot there."

He wasn't losing, was he? The comment perplexed him, as he didn't understand if the statement was literal or not. He wasn't going to let some punk of a female get the better of him. That wasn't how he rolled.

He realized that his powers should have been reversed. Due to the gust of wind, he had pretty much made his pheromone power useless. He moved a bit closer to the lady, before she seemed to move through the people like a snake. He blinked. Cairo was uncertain of what had happened. As a few seconds went by, the hungry eyes of his staked out to see if she was visible.

He was a bit relieved when her face was seen by his eyes, as he didn't like to loose his prey. He wanted her, her body, her mind and soul, for a night. He pushed through the crowds of people, using his scent to make people get away from him. "You didn't think you could get away from me with some cheap trick?" He would not be fooled.