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Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Flashing lights, banging music, alcohol. And occasionally the sound of a moron being escorted out for being a lightweight, it was one of the things you got used to seeing when you were in her position. Of course, she wasn't the type to let any grown man get close enough to be able to reach out and touch her, unless she was on the bar, though tonight, she was on a white box that managed to flicker color seemingly with each step the three women took. Or with each move of their hips, grind of their bodies, act of fingertips against skin. Which was more often than not how it happened, up their on the lit box, unless you were easily picked as a favorite to be by yourself as Dulce was, though she didn't mind being with the other girls. Hazel eyes scattered with hints of honey brown and dark green flashing when the light in the box hit white and exposed the latex boy shorts that covered her lower half, truth be told, they nearly looked as though they had been poured onto her with the way they held onto her lower half and accentuated her already there rear. Naturally tan legs, thanks to the Spanish heritage backed in her blood as well as her accent when she spoke, spreading just slightly as her hand slid up the body of the female in front of her, she could hear the music coming around and going toward it's end. With this in mind, her hand reached out and pulled the girl towards her, now sandwiched in between them as their bodies grinded together, the colors beneath them flashing rapidly. The lights going out once the music shifted into another song, Dulce easily moved off the box, glancing off to the side when a man with a derby hat eyed her up, cocking a brow up slightly. Moving over to him and plucking his hat off his head with a soft wink, she set it on the crown of her own and moved toward the bar, black and red striped matching latex tube top covering her well formed upper half. Sitting on one of the stools at the bar and smiling softly at the male behind it, he grinned broadly at her before the female set her hands on her hips, Not in your life. Cutting him off before he even got the air in him to say anything, both of them laughed, him because he knew better and her because, well, she needed the laugh, arms folding over her C cup as he fixed her a so called 'exclusive' drink. Leaning against the bar carefully, her chest pressed against the bar and watching him like she always did, Dulce was evidently deciding whether or not to either go on break or call herself going home for the night. listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Bright lights, loud music and the trappings of the decadent mortal world. This was why he never took to hiding or hermitage like the others of his kind, no..because the game was so much easier and more exciting if you stuck to the tenant of 'hiding among your prey. Fortunately for the vampire, he was privy to the changing fashion trends of the modern world, so he was never without suitable camouflage, though he always made sure to grab something worthy of his time. But that was a story for another time, or never at all..you never could predict these kinds of things when you've seen four centuries of human history flicker by your eyes as if it was nothing. But here he was, drinking in the exotic flavour of the night, sitting at the bar with tattooed elbows sitting lazily upon the bar along with his back, black pinstriped dress shirt left untucked and sleeves rolled up just as an excuse to expose the intricate tribal design running along strong forearm below fabric, peaking out again near his collarbone. Black dress pants covered the lazily sat legs of this strange man with pale skin, midnight blue eyes and jet black hair with a quaint little streak of red curving along the right side of his skull. Cigarette rolled between his lips, passing over small spike piercing below his lower lip as the light reflected off the five separated between his two eyebrows, and the multitude that ravaged the skin of his ears. This was Tatcon Valdez, and he was loving life more and more every passing decade. Case in point would be what he would do when he noticed the unique girl who had been dancing brought herself down among the unwashed masses and proceeded to the bar, within a meter of himself. Head would lull a bit as it turned to drop his eyes upon her lazily, cigarette falling as lackadaisically as his head towards the corner of his mouth, though he would be sure to bring lips together to secure it as he just gazed at her until she reacted. If she didn't, he would flick the umbrella in his drink at her with pinpoint accuracy for her neck.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Sitting back carefully once he slid the drink to her, her tuggable locks of hair fell forward just slightly with her leaning, adjusting herself within her seat as her small hand grasped the drink. Allowing the taste of pineapple slide down her throat with the mixture of vodka, Dulce, evidently considered Che by the way the bartender had called her not too long ago, out of a natural instinct and the feeling she would get other than when she was onstage, she knew someone was watching her. Of course she knew someone was watching her when she was onstage, and it would be considerably different if she were ugly or anything near the word, but back on topic, her eyes moved carefully across the bar. Beer, beer, appletini, beer, her own drink, space, and an umbrella? Well. Evidently the drink belonged to a man, judging by the hand that was near it, and mentally figuring he was either gay or he just liked his drinks with umbrellas, Dulce let her hazel eyes follow the hand up to its owner. Cocking a brow upward, more so because she was trying to figure out whether or not her gaydar should be screaming or that he was just an odd looking man with an umbrella in his drink, those thoughts were pushed aside when she took note that he looked as though he had gotten no sleep. Uhhuh. The 'uninterested even though I looked at you first' look, which caused her to roll her eyes up to the ceiling and settle them back down on the man who had slinked his way to her opposite side, crossing her slender legs at the knee. listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

She rolled her eyes, and judged him based on his drink. Damn she was observant, if he had read her body language well enough. Perhaps asking for an umbrella with his drink hadn't been the best idea he had ever had, but at least now she knew he was there...though to what effect that might help him, he had yet to figure out. Oh well, at least the man who had decided to drop into her flank had given him the chance to watch her legs cross, which would be a nice spectacle at least. This his attention drew itself back to the man on her other side. He had a debate in his mind, more drawn not by the fact he looked sleep deprived, but more that he was drunk on the lovely emotions of the place. Who needed alcohol...suppose that really didn't apply to his situation, it just dropped through his system as if passing through air. Regardless, he instead wondered if he should partake in causing a little agitation among the patron who had sat down next to this unique breed of human, because Tatcon was not much if not an annoyance when the mood suited him well. And unfortunately, at the moment it was. Knowing that flinging things at her had not gone over so well, he instead decided to use the remainder of his still burning cigarette, and flick it at the man. Yes, he was acting rather childish, but at the moment his senses were overwhelmed in a giddy joy from his proximity to nearby actions, so it could be expected. Whatever came next he was eager to find out, though a small niggle in the back of his head started to think, Why oh why do some of her facial features seem familiar? That seemed to happen a lot when you've lived so long, and he imagined he would find out soon enough, right after pissing off this other individual.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

It was a shame sometimes that Dulce was picky, not only in men but in several other things, up until about the point that he opened his mouth had she been paying attention to anything he said. However, her eyes watched as the cigarette landed promptly in the man's lap, aiming to start a fire against his probably all too flammable clothing, her soft hand reached out, but not for her own drink, or the man's for that matter, but instead for the 'twelve year old gay's ,who had once had an umbrella in his drink. Grasping it gently and tossing the contents onto the man's lap, he was evidently startled and didn't realize that the heat coming from his pants was not that of arousal, but that of a cigarette, reaching down carefully and plucking up the now soggy nub. Drunk and embarassed, he stood up awkwardly and moved away, shaking her head as she placed the nub of the cigarette in the glass and passed it back to him. Now the question was What did he want? Well, let's see. If he was truly gay, he wouldn't want anything but another drink and to say something to her about wasting his on some random man, although if he was uniterested, he would probably still order another drink and call it a day. However, and this is how she knew he wasn't uninterested, when you start to do things one after the other, he would either quit acting everything but his age and say something only to kindly be turned down and rejected or he would do what he had done earlier and go right back to staring at her with that dull expression on his face. Plucking the wedge of pineapple from her drink, she gently sucked on a side before biting the piece off, holding the rest between her index finger and thumb, mind once again going over the possibilities before licking her lips of any excess juice. Turning her head and setting the rest of the pineapple into her drink, her wet and mildly sticky fingers flicked only slightly at him, the juice of the pineapple making the short distance to touch his pale skin. Full lips parting softly to such the remainder of the juice off her lips before picking up a napkin and wiping her fingers clean, her long hair acting as something of a curtain to her pretty face until she turned her head to look at him. Something to say? listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

For a short while the man had let the pineapple sit on his cheek before a small, mischevious grin passed over his lips and tattooed fingers came up to brush the sticky liquid from his flesh. When she asked him her question, arrogant eyes would look back over at her with a greater interest, wakefulness and attentiveness than the first glance he had made in her direction, and then he casually shrugged his shoulders before speaking. His voice came across as quite quiet, though even among all the din and noise of their surroundings, it would be heard quite clearly, like black velvet in aural form. I wanted to compliment you on your dancing. It had such a profound effect on the crowd that stands before us like some wave of ecstasy waiting to crash on unsuspecting drinkers. Takes a careful kind of social manipulation to drive a crowd so wild just with the careful movement of the muscles in your body, and especially your lower half. Really, I'm quite impressed. It's made a spectacular evening for me, to say the least. He started out, slowly dropping his arms away from the bar and sitting himself more upright to show his greater size and musculature, though he knew small things such as that didn't impress such women as herself. Of course I could compliment you on your beauty, your seductiveness, but frankly I won't because it's becoming readily apparent that the last thing your overblown ego needs is further stroking, and chances are you'd pass off such comments are dribble from another casual tosser, and that is a delight I'm not willing to give your overblown sense of self. He continued, turning to face the bar to order another drink...perhaps a beer this time, just to see where the development of fermented wheat had gone since the last time he had tasted it.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Since asking the question, her eyes had caught the arrogant twinge that rested within his, evidently he had woken up due to a simple question, mentally figuring that he was the longwinded type. Longwinded and gay. What was new. Taking the final drink from her drink, her fingers again picked up the half wedge of pineapple, doing as she had before and sucking it softly before taking three bites to finish it, chewing softly when he complimented her dancing Intellectually, mind you. She hadn't even bothered to take notice in the way he moved himself to correct his posture, speaking a light, Thank you. When he paused to adjust himself, turning the empty glass upside down on the napkin and pushing it back toward the otherside of the bar, catching the rest of his words when he began speaking again. Now, if she was the type to be crushed immediately from a few short words, she may have been teary eyed and ready to cry all over the place about it, however, Dulce wasn't that sort of woman. She hadn't been raised to be one and she wasn't about to change that now. Her lips forming into a soft smile before releasing laughter, her manicured hand falling over her mouth to silence it into soft giggles before shaking her head, For a grown man who enjoys umbrellas in his drinks, you've got a lot to say about someone's character hm? The music seemed to throb even more behind her once these words were said, the bass shaking the floor for what it was worth, her eyes lit up thanks to the light beneath the bar as she spoke again, But I figure, and this is only an educated guess, that as much as you don't want to give my assumed 'overblown ego' a pump up? Just like my ego, I'll take it and soak it up as the added compliment you failed to make it. Just like her mother had always said, 'a confident woman could easily be the death of any man', however she was sensing that he was not particularly like any other man in this club. Deciding not to take too much thought into it, Dulce smiled softly at the man with the tattooed hands and piercings in his face.listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

You're quite welcome. He would say after her reply, as he looked at the small umbrella that now sat in his bottle of beer, and he would take the chance to look over at her and hold it up. I do have a lot to say about someone's character. Maybe not always correct, but one does what one can. For instance, I have a sensation you figure me for a gay man because I like having umbrella's in my drink. This is not the case, I just think they are the most fascinating things. Call it a fetish if you will, it's probably the description that comes closest. He added as he turned back around to put his back to the bar and playfully open and close the umbrella with almost childlike amusement, though smirking lips were more focused on the crowd as his eye colour fluctuated with the influx of sensations. He had figured her to be the weak, foolish type, indeed if she had been he wouldn't have gone to such foolish lengths to catch her attention to begin with. There were plenty of easier girls out and about on this dance floor who could drop their pants or lift their skirts with a subtle word to the ear, but where was the fun...the challenge? No, talking with this girl was by and far more enjoyable then being part of that mess of flesh that his eyes were trailing over like a wolf in a heard of sheep. Tell me girl, what kind of sensation does it bring you to know that all these men, and quite a few of these women, feel a burning sensation in their loins when you get up and dance? Does it bring you joy? Amusement? Tell me, because I'm quite curious to figure out why anyone would dance like that simply for the hell of it. He queried, quite seriously actually. Sometimes he would take part is society just as a means of finding simple fun, but this girl had some brains between her ears, and a confidence which made the predator in him all giddy with anticipation.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Her mind going over the options she had for the night, she knew if she were to dance again she would probably have to change clothes, which was fine considering the next outfit wasn't latex, and it would mean an added hour on her paycheck even though she would only be doing one more dance. Deciding she might as well, her eyes flickered over to the male when he caught her thinking about something else and interrupted those thoughts by speaking about what she had said earlier, cocking a brow upward when he figured out that she saw him as potentially gay. A fetish for toothpick umbrellas. Uhhuh. Asking for a simple water with a straw, the female sipped softly and without a sound, deciding it best not to say anything about his odd fetish. Whatever got him off at night, hm? However, at the tone he had used in calling her 'girl', Dulce's head shifted just slightly, finger smoothly grazing over one of the crystal clear ice cubes in her water, before her head tilted softly to the side, You couldn't have asked one of the other girls that question? It wasn't as though it was a difficult question, although she knew that the answers were different depending on the girl. Herself being one of them, her reasons probably weren't the same as everyone elses. What was more so on her mind however was why did he wish to know? Especially considering he had probably been one of the men with the so called 'burning sensation in his loins', however, her thoughts were pushed aside when she spoke again, You answered your own question, which of those is the real answer, I'm sure you're smart enough to decide. Picking up her glass of water and moving off the stool, Dulce moved herself around him, carefully flicking the damn umbrella out of his grasp as though picking with a child to see a reaction. Not waiting for it however, the female moved to the set of doors beside the bar, evidently they led to the bathrooms as well as the girl's changing rooms. Disappearing behind one of the doors and changing out of the latex, within fifteen minutes, another set of lit boxes was exposing light and another set of three girls, including Dulce. Sitting on a horizontal beam that stretched across the rectangular box, the music had began to pick up speed, the colors no longer flashing beneath them, but instead it went from white light to off again, fitting the beat just as it was supposed to. Wedge stilletto heels on her feet with silk that strapped around her legs and stopped at her calves, the soft skin of her legs was once again exposed though no longer in latex, each of their outfits was somewhat burlesque. listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Though she hadn't waited for it, there wasn't a reaction to be given to her swatting of his beloved umbrella. So he was fascinated by the little things, what was it to her. It was becoming readily apparent she didn't much appreciate the smaller things in life, and that made him chuckle a bit as he saw her disappear in to the back room. He shook his head a bit as he contemplated the amusing image she painted herself with, which wasn't to say that it wasn't who she really was, but either way it was amusing. Why hadn't he asked one of the other girls? Simple, none of them had made the trip to the bar and been worthy of asking. They were sluts, or so it appeared, relishing in the attentions of the opposite or same sex whenever the opportunity presented itself. This was not the kind of woman that Tatcon would make a habit of talking with, unless there was just cause. So he would grab the beer that had been purchased and brought it to his lips. A nice taste, clean, cool, but in the end it didn't really mean a damn to him, the vampire condition saw to that. But at least he could watch her show, and as a result of that be saturated with the overwhelming emotions of the club before him, a buffet of sensations that he was always keen to feast upon. The bitch had her uses at least.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

There was something uncanny about that man, but she put the thoughts out of her head until after the show, knowing that one wrong step or movement could easily send her off the box, the song ending and the group of dancing people beneath them roared with a mixture of applause and whistles. Disappearing into the darkness like the other dancers, she was done with the box for the night, or any box for that matter, moving back toward the room she had come from, pulling her shoes off her feet on the way. Backstage by herself once the two women who had been going through a wardrobe change and decided to work the rest of the night, Dulce changed her clothes now into a simple pair of darkwashed denim jeans, tucking hem away in her boots. Thankfully, she had prepared for the chilly night air, tucking her peacoat under her arm as she walked down the hallway and out to beside the bar, moving under the entrance and finding herself behind the buzzing bar. Out for the night? Asked the bartender who had served her earlier, the female grasping one of the bottled waters from the underbar fridge, smiling softly as she nodded her head. Yeah. She spoke, raising her hands and setting her water in her leather purse that settled against her side, pulling her hair up into a messy bun, her eyes moved carefully and found the male she had interacted with before still at the bar, Still here? Dulce asked, a spark of curiosity stabbing at her to ask him a simple question, and in doing such a thing, her full lips parted as she blew up a bit of air at her bangs that dusted across her eyelids, Why don't you go out and dance? To come to a club and do nothing but sit at the bar? That was no fun. listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

He would make the effort to watch this unique girl dance in her little box, but attention had quickly fallen away towards the crowd as his eyes faded back to an almost purple haze of blue as he grinned and sucked in the atmosphere that her and her fellows dancing inspired in such an easily led heard. He put the empty beer bottle down onto the bar and leaned back against it, arms crossing contentedly across his chest, and that would be how he remained well after the end of her dance, and the crowd became insular, interested in only fooling around with each other instead of absorbing someone else's sensuality. When he heard her come into the bar behind him, he wouldn't make a point of looking. She had wandered off on her own accord, so for the moment he would not take the initiative of restarting the interaction. Humerously she would be the one to take the first step, and with her first inquiry he would turn his head so eyes could come into contact with her own. Nowhere else to go on a lovely night like this, so why wouldn't I still be here? He would reply at first, and then her second question came along. He would pass a small smirk over pierced lips as he thought of an answer, Only if you come out and dance with me, then I will graciously accept your offer. He said as he continued to look at her for a long moment after the statement had been given.