Avandrya Dance Floor

[Mickey O'Doyle]

Mickey pulls up to Avandrya, as the car rolls to a stop, he checks his hair in the mirror one last time before getting out and handing the keys to the valet. He strolls casually up to the door ignoring the line, as he gets to the bouncer, he slides a couple hundred dollar bills onto the clipboard as he 'points out his name'. A smirk comes over his face as he strolls on into the club.

After he gets inside the club Mickey takes a moment to stop and breathe in the air from his new but very familiar environment. As he exhales, he brushes the snow off of his coat, removes his glasses and heads over to the bar, looking for the bartender.

"Aye lad, do ye have any Guinness back there?" He smiles as he waits patiently for his drink, making simple conversation with whoever is beside him. As his drink is brought to him he pays with cash, leaving a very generous tip. "Thank ye very much lad, and if ye don't mind. When you see me approaching the bar, get me a Guinness or a glass of Black Bush, your choice, and I'll keep these tips coming." Dismissing himself from his former conversation, he takes a drink of his beer and walks away from the bar, taking a moment to look around and get a feel for the club.

It's been a long busy week at work for Mickey and he hasn't had much time to go out on the town and get a feel for the night. The dance floor catches his eye, the site of young beautiful lasses moving their bodies around so rhythmically gets his blood pumping. With another drink of his beer he's off to the dance floor to relieve some much needed stress.

[Cosette Pierce]

Cosette was thrilled when she caught sight of Mickey. He truly was a man’s man and he hadn’t seen Kalypsa yet! Well, even if he did, Cosette was sure that he wouldn’t be interested in the likes of that bitch. She was Cosette Pierce after all. As he walked into the throng of dancers, she glared at the women that moved closer to him. She had to be swift if she wanted to catch this big fish.

From the middle of the dance floor, she watched him move. She watched how his body undulated and where his eyes lingered. Cosette even watched his hands and his feet. She needed to figure out his moves so that she could best dance with him. Every dancer moves differently, after all, and Cosette used the little lessons she had learned in the past. Always be what a man wants and then you can hook him like a fish.

Grinning seductively, Cosette waited (impatiently) for her turn to get closer to the man. And when she finally broke through the crowd and was at his side, she raised her coquettish voice to a lilt above the pulsating music.

“I’m Cosette. Wanna dance?”

And before he could say a word, Cosette was moving in rhythm to the music and grinding up to the man occasionally.

[Mickey O'Doyle]

Noticing the girl who had just intruded into his night, Mickey gave a big grin and patted himself on the back, looks like it was going to be a good night after all. However, not without a little fun first.

"Nice to meet you Cosette, name's Mickey." He answered back with a flirtatious grin as he turned to the closest girl and pulled her in close for a little "bump and grind". He danced close and very 'friendly' with this girl, lots of movement but he always made sure that Cosette was visible out of the corner of his eye. Her hair, her eyes, her smell, all were just right. But the chase is half the fun and he wouldn't be a proper gentlemen if he didn't allow her a little fun, now would he? He chuckled to himself before giving a subtle sniff of his collar to make sure he'd applied the right smell for the night and he did, subtle but potent.