Thread: Boy at the bar (PsionicCuttlefish & alice dear) (m/f, lite femdom)

There's this bizarre section of the club Lexi doesn't really favor walking through. Between the entrance and the dance floor, there's a cluster of civilized bar tables and decent lighting where food was served during the day time. It was a bit of an odd transition untangling yourself from the writhing bodies and spine-buzzing bass of the dance floor to stumble towards the bathroom. She managed to keep a straight line with her steps despite the churning mess of sour, expensive liquor in her stomach. She even manged to trail behind a group of frat boys until she branched off towards the bathroom - which was just another twilight zone compared to the blacked-out atmosphere she'd been swaying around in for the past few hours. She managed to collect herself a bit inside the stall, and straightened up in the mirror behind the sinks afterwards. The alcohol that'd virtually dissolved her inhibitions didn't care too much about the smudged mascara, or the way perfectly curled strands of brown hair had lost their shape and formed a loose, wavy mane. She shrugged off the minor imperfections and focused on what really mattered with any girl's appearance in a place like this the unreasonably revealing outfit she'd selected hours before coming out. She had a naturally tiny frame and the snug grey dress that clung to her waist made it a bit more obvious. The length of it made it appear more like an over-sized tank top, but she happened to favor her legs and didn't mind the extra skin showing. For precaution there happened to be a small pair of black boy-shorts beneath. Feet were strapped into a pair of heels that boosted her quite a few inches. Quite a few inches that she probably needed. At 5'3 getting noticed was a bit of a challenge. The brunette made sure her dress was laying right before wiping away a bit of the smudged makeup beneath green eyes as an after thought. With that, she frowned, because really - she'd been here for far too long, and nobody had caught her eye. The men here were typical polo shirts and khaki shorts with a corona in hand, or skinny jeans and floppy hair-dos. They were a tiresome breed, but Lexi was sure she'd find somebody. She teetered her way out of the bathroom, stopping at the bar for a drink. Cherry UV Vodka, no ice. She sipped the drink, which was unsurprisingly watered down, before turning to head back towards the dance floor. She paused, her train of sight caught by a male who was starkly lonesome. The brunette's lips pursed in thought, and on a whim she headed his way. Her head tilted slightly, looking him over. Waiting for someone? She asked bluntly. Because really, it didn't seem like the right time to be loitering in this section of the club. Her tongue ran across a cherry-stained lower lip, fingers tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. He wasn't unattractive. Maybe even cute if he'd hold that face up, and really - she'd danced with just about every man in this place by now. She smiled at the boy, trying to coax away that shy little vibe he had. You're too cute to be sitting here. You should come dance with me. And by dance, of course, she meant grind obnoxiously until she'd tug him away from the club and really pull him out of that shell he was in.