Thread: 'Cause Baby Tonight... [Ahiru xSkye Pilot]

Even though Jameson didnt go to Club 101 every night of the week, he still showed up there on a frequent enough basis to be considered a regular. He had been friends with the owner of the club since they went to high school together, and like all of his close friends, Jameson was considered a V.I.P at the club. He didnt flaunt this fact regularly, and really the only people that knew his status was the staff. Jameson was always able to get in, no matter how packed it was. The door cover charge was always waived, and he had a great discount on drinks. One of the other bonuss was access to some of the private rooms in the back of the club, which he used on occasion for a one night stand here and there. For a while now, he had noticed a girl at the club. She usually came alone, and seemed to prefer dancing by herself. Anytime Jameson tried to find her, she would just vanish into the crowd. It had happened on so many occasions, sometimes he wondered if she was just a figment of his imagination, or even a ghost. Her dancing was always very sensual, and the few times he had seen her dance with another guy, Jameson couldnt help to be a little jealous. He wanted to dance with her, just even one time. Jameson had asked around about her, but no one seemed to know who she was, or even know her name, only adding to the mystery. Each time he saw her, he wanted her more and more. The few times a perfect opportunity had arose, he had already had a partner for the night, only dashing his hopes of ever being with her. On occasion, he had caught her looking at him, but as soon as he noticed, she always looked away, vanishing back into the dance floor. He had been sitting at the bar, talking and flirting with a few girls, enjoying several mixed drinks. Jameson was slightly above average in height, with a nicely toned body. His hair was jet black, with plenty of bright red highlights mixed into the lengths. Clothes were what he usually wore to the club an untucked, but buttoned up black shirt, with a white undershirt hidden beneath. Black jeans and matching shoes to match, everything very simple. Between songs, he had just happened to turn his head, noticing the girl out of the corner of his eye, leaving the bar, heading back out onto the dance floor. This time, he was not going to loose her, he wanted her needed to dance with her. Pounding the last of his drink, he followed her this time, keeping track of her closely, not wanting to loose her this time, for another missed opportunity. Jamesons hopes were nearly dashed when he saw another man approach her, his hand moving against her hip, before she moved away, signaling she wanted to be alone. Determined though, he made his way to the mystery girl, standing in front of her just as one her hands stroked through her hair again. Jameson shot her a friendly smirk, starting to dance in front of her with the loud, techno beats, slowly making his way closer and closer to her. Already he could smell the exotic scent of whatever perfume she happened to have on, Jamesons budding desire for her building up. Care to dance? he asked with a playful smile, resisting his urge to just grab her hips, and pull her close. For whatever reason, he didnt feel like getting slapped tonight.