Thread: Big Bad, Little Red, and the Hunters. (Fates.Gamble and Gunner)

The small group of women were kicking up their heels. Quite literally. With the loud, thumping music it was impossible to talk much except to shout about loving a song or needing to use the bathroom. They always moved at least in pairs if not the whole group. Catty was easily the shortest of the group. Even in her heels she barely made it past five and a half feet. The girls seemed to take turns either dancing or just being sort of silly on the floor. For the most part just having a good time, pausing for pictures. In a group of four it was less likely they were approached but for the bravest of males. Catty was approached a couple of times. Mostly by sweaty guys immediately trying to grind. The girls seemed to have a system. The one in need of assistance would stretch out a hand, palm up. Without hesitation another would take her hand and give a pull, maybe a twirling flourish, to get the friend out of perceived harms way. It was quick, simple, and needed no words. Ally, quite often, never held her hand out for reprieve. She, of the group, seemed the happiest with men coming to her. More often than not, a man rejected by one of the other three would make his way to Ally. Honestly Catty hadn't needed a night out to forget about Carl. Except for him having the audacity to call her she hadn't given him much thought. Having found Thor had been a Godsend, not that she really believed in deities of any sort. Anubisshe still hadn't settled on a name was a perfect distraction to the loss. Honestly, when she paused to think of it, it really wasn't much of a loss. She wasn't well off by any means but Carl had been far, far worse off. His greatest aspiration was manager at the Domino's he worked at. Brilliant. While she might have preffered a night at home, curled up on the couch with Rowan, she was enjoying herself at least. The pulsing music was both stimulating and a sort of soothing balm. A catalyst to just let go. Who cared what they did so long as they had fun. The alcohol helped a lot too. Though not so much with her balance which was not particularly keen given the heels. Time for another drink? Catty called to the group and was met with short cheer. And a sit...my dogs are barking... Holly groaned. Catty turned to go and slammed right into a brick wall. A brick wall that caught and steadied her. A very warm brick wall with big, strong hands that held her shoulders firmly yet gently. Her own small hands gripped the heavy, hard arms of the brick wall. Catty looked up and met with the most startling pair of green eyes she had ever seen. They practically glowed in the dim light of the club. The brick wall with beautifully bright green eyes asked her if she was alright. Holy dog shitting baby Jesus.... Her face froze in red shock as she stared up at the strange. Some GQ centerfold was missing its model. Her lips parted some in clear shock as she studied his face. Slowly her blue eyes traveled down the chiseled jaw, strong neck, broad chest. Couldn't see any further but oh mama she was very interested in seeing further. She never responded to his inquiry to her well being. Yes. Just dandy. Never been better. The words came to her head but got lost on their way out of her mouth. His next words stunned her into response. Uh huh... Perfect . Suddenly she remembered she was supposed to be getting a drink with the group. They had stopped as witnessed the entire scene. Holly was giggling, Ally somehow looked horny and pissed all at once. Jess's lips were puckered to a thin line, her eyes staring Catty down. Say yes and dance with him you dumbass her eyes seemed to scream at Catty. I mean...at least that way I can see you to...not....bump into you... Even better. She could swear she saw Jess smack her forehead. Catty's face felt on fire, she wanted to just melt into the floor. Smooth as a kumquat. I'm Catty, she said with a sudden and firm set to her jaw as she gathered her wits back together. She managed to at least find most of them and stepped in close to the very handsome stranger, finding the musics rhythm in the easy, fluid motion of her hips. Not quite touching him save where her hands rested, one on his shoulder, the other on his chest. The hard, toned muscle nearly enough to make her want to feint.