[club gambit] think you're real cool

TORY · Feb 25, 2017

H e r u
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It was rare that Heru was actually late to something, really.

Though her employer likes to say that she cut it painfully close to not being on time, even for her own performances. People liked to joke that she would be late to her own funeral - though she always smiled because she had never really believed she would die. Not actually. But they were always right. Heru, once again, was no longer there just five minutes before her shift was about to start. The disc jockey was still spinning the music to keep those club goers entertained while the staff sighed and tried to contact the djinn.

Almost like a miracle, Heru arrived just in time through the back door. With an apologetic grin to the security and a high-five as she based the bartender, she hurried to the back room. Knowing her own habits, she was already changed and it was just a quick play with her hair and make-up. In less time than a drink could be made, the transition began. Heru stepped onto the stage with her microphone strapped onto her cheek and her earpiece in, grinning as she heard a wolf-whistle from one of the other staff members she joked with when off duty.

The music began, and Heru started with her hands on her hips, swinging to the starting of her first song. The words were easy as she practiced far too many times to need any kind of reference, her eyes scanning the crowd as she sang and moved. There were faces she recognized from many nights before whether it was people she danced with regularly or those who just sat on the bar.

"I met a fellow at the bar
I know he slipped me something strong
Said won't you be my Valentine
For the night~"

Her eyes found a face she recognized but could not find a time in which she really talked to him. She got this Cheshire grin on her face as she continued to dance as she evaluated how to approach. Finally she stopped off the stage, the click of her heels becoming lost in the various beats of the crowd and music. Heru danced with people here and there, but she had already found her target.

"I said who do you think you're talking to?
Before this girl gets cute with you
I need to see the way you move
If I'm gon call you mine~."

Finding who she was looking for, she propped herself right beside him on the counter as the nymph behind the counter cleared the way just in time. She grinned at the poor fellow who had caught her attention, who had this rugged look to him that made her all the more interested. The clean shaven ones were never really any fun. And the fact that he had a drink on the counter said he was here to distract himself from something...

"Oh I'm not falling to my knees
You know I'm one of a kind.
If you really wanna take a chance on me
Then dance on me, let's unwind!"

Heru took his arm, tugging him off his stool. For a small woman, she had a reasonable grip. And that twinkle in her eyes was anything but innocent.

"Just get up on your heels
The bass drop and the keys just won't stop
Here's the D, you're gonna dance with me tonight."

The way she sang the last line made it sound more like a demand than a request.

Sarrain · Apr 13, 2017

Lorenzo had slipped into the bar that night for a quiet drink and maybe a little ogling. It was endlessly confusing to him that he stuck out so hard here. At first, when the singer had looked at him, Enzo thought nothing of it. He drank his alcoholic beverage and watched as she approached, wary as ever and with the look of someone trained in the ways of being fucked over.

Hell, Lorenzo wasn't even surprised when she sang huskily in his ear, a song that was both seductive and dangerous. But he hadn't expected her to actually touch him, better yet grab him and yank him onto the dance floor.

Enzo had never been a huge fan of bossy girls. His father had always been firm on the whole men are to be men thing. Generally speaking, men didn't hit women (not usually), and they didn't have women pay for them, or open doors for them. These were ideologies of the past in a place like this, but Lorenzo figured a place like this was bound to be a strange one.

Enzo didn't fight the dancing. He wasn't a bad dancer, not that he'd been a frequent patron at dance clubs, but fighting and shooting taught you a thing about relaxing the body and moving with the motions. He was good at finding a rhythm.

He smirked at the girl when she'd finished singing. "Awe, aren't ya makin' me feel special." Something was cutting in the way he said this, more an insult than anything else.

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Ugh, sorry this took so long Tory.

TORY · Apr 13, 2017

Well that was rude.

Heru pouted slightly, obviously not liking it when she did not get her way. She had many people just follow along through a combination of a pretty face and their previous consumption of alcohol. At least when she pulled them to the dance floor to keep the energy up, most would get sucked into the addicting sensation of bass in ones heartbeat and the liquid courage in their system.

But challenges were fun. They offered a battle of wits, and Heru liked to pride herself on the way she had manipulated others in the past - being a djinn kept lying and charm in her blood. So she took his edged tone as a challenge. A game that she wanted to win.

"I do have a tendency to approach the most attractive in the room." She drawled, grinning. "You're here on your own, drinking away. And either you don't know where you are or you wanted the atmosphere of my delightful club here." That was bull. This wasn't her club, she only performed here. But that didn't stop her chatter. "No one comes to a club just to drink. Or are you hoping to get lucky?"

@Foxy
No sweat~ Take any time you need, okay?

Sarrain · Apr 26, 2017

Lorenzo couldn't help himself, he laughed a hint at her pouting, obviously not what she expected him to say. What? Wasn't allowing himself to be tugged around and dancing with her enough? Or did she want him to be a drooling idiot?

Enzo had grown up in New York, where everyone was always on the look out for bullshit, and man was there a lot of it to pass around. Joints like these, with pretty girls who ground up against you and sang their siren songs, those places was among the trickiest. That wasn't to say Enzo didn't like to indulge a little.

Lorenzo laughed sharply when she insinuated that he was the most attractive in the room. He had a big head, but he wasn't an idiot. He'd been here long enough to see some crazy shit, and attraction and supernatural beauty were a big thing here.

He played along for now. "Your club, hm?" Enzo figured, why they were dancing so close anyway, why not let his hands graze her hips, the curve of her waist, her lower back.

"I'm always hopin' to get lucky in one way or another, doll. I gotta admit, you have brightened the night a little, but I doubt ya lookin' for anything more than a quick flirt and me offerin' to buy you a drink."

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TORY · Apr 26, 2017

There was a glitter of mischief and satisfaction dancing in the color of her eyes as he indulged her, even just for a little while.

"You say that as if that's not what you're here for." The djinn snickered casually, watching as the people moved in drunken shaking of hips in an attempt to match the bass in their ears and the pulse of the lights. Everyone came here for one reason or another; drinking their sorrows, some excitement for a night and nothing more, forget the stress of the day. Some come with people and leave alone, and for others it was the opposite - arrive alone and leave linked with another.

She turned her gaze back to him as she swayed her frame to the beat, knowing she would eventually have to get back onto the stage to satisfy the need for a sweet singer. It was her job, and like it or not she needed to get paid for her work. Heru did not know if the owner was here tonight and she would rather not get another scolding for flirting too much on the job.

"Please. A quick flirt and a drink are too old school for me." She hummed to him, "Or are you too old school to flirt with a gal at the bar too much longer?" If he did not prove soon that he was not a lost cause, she would move on. So she challenged, "I'd like to talk to a cause who could keep my interest."

Sarrain · May 14, 2017

"Oh, I gotta impress you now?" Lorenzo laughed a bit at that, lighter than he had been before. He wished he'd had more liquor in his system. That would have helped him be lighter on his feet, and it wasn't like he had to be on the look out for a gun to his head anymore.

And then she was teasing him about being old school. As if girls nowadays didn't flirt to get free drinks without having to give a damn thing. Lorenzo mentally shrugged and reached up to cup the girls face and kiss her, not too forcefully but enough not to be tender.

When he pulled back, the smirk remained in place, and he kept her body close to his, barely moving to the music now, ignoring the other patrons.

"The name is Lorenzo, doll. And if ya serious about wantin' to be entertained, I'm more than willin' to help ya out."

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