You have locked gazes with Pandemonium. The ultimate night club, thus, exclaiming day visits an unwelcome timeframe.
Darkness blanketed the sky, stars narrowed to a bare minimum. Neon lights and lazers fly over the inside of Pandemonium, while music shakes the earth. Addictive, and lou as all hell.
Before entering, though, bouncers will take in your appearance. (clothing requirements at the bottom) So anything dangerous on your human -such as a stake, knives, razord edged weaponry or any weaponry at all- will be denied entry.
A bar lines the back wall, and a dance floor covers almost all of the floor. If not for worn in walkways to weeve through the crowd of drunken dancers.
Spotlights, three to be exact, merge into a full circle at the center. Dare to start a dance competition?
On rare occasions, people suggest slow songs, or the classic's. But more then less choose metal, rock, and pop. Ya know. Modern.
RULES-
+Must be in the age range of 16-27
+Any attire bearing harmful objects will be denied entry
+Must wear a costum based off of anything but subjects relating to sexual nature. i.e. stripper, nudity, diva of little cover up
+No fighting
Enjoy, naughty little kitties! I see no rules on not dancing in passion, do you?
It was teen night. Young people streamed from the glass doors of the front, all abiding by the rules of attire, but maintaining interest in there choices. And since it was this favored night, the dance floor was almost completely crowded only five minutes after opening. Although, this was Brooklyn's finest. In both excitement, and variety. Both of which are somewhat helped by the people of the city.
Chrystaline's blue eyes shone, reflecting the strobe lights in the club as she filed in to join the rest from her office. The door shutting behind her with a promising click, along with her stilettoes which did little to alter her height as she had previously planned.
Her thin frame melded well with the clamber of dancing teens, but her height did not. The owner of the club itself was shorter then the occupants. If that is not wrong then, pray tell, what is? Certainly she had long since adapted to her size. Yet it teased her negatively each and every time she set foot on the platforms. To which, she had to raise on her frontal toes to peek and clarify her pathway had not been strayed from.
Once out of what she called 'the mist', she expelled a breath, and fell against the wall. The concrete cold under her bare skin.
Her clothing was nothing short from flashy. A backless raven dress draping down to her ankles, with matching stilettos and rose pin keeping her curly bun in place. An up do that took longer preparation then the outfit itself. But she was shameless, watching the kaleidoscope of colors flash around the club with a glossy smile curling her lips at the corners.
Moments before the door's to the nightclub are shut he steps through them, his gaze slowly shifting around as he steps forwards, moving past some people. The sound of the door's shutting behind him draws his attention away from is surroundings for a brief moment as he glances back to them now that they had been shut, closing everyone inside the nightclub in.
Turning his gaze away from the door he looks to the large gathering of people on the dance floor before looking past them to the bar. Though as he looks at some of the people he can't help but pause for a brief moment to take in the outfits some of the other patrons are wearing given the choice of clothing for the night's dance.
However this was his first time coming to the nightclub, having heard about it earlier in the day and having nothing better to do with his time he decided to come and check things out, perhaps even have a good time while at it as well.
Given the dress code for the night, he wore tight fitting jeans and a button up shirt with only a few of the lower buttons fastened, though it did not show a lot off, he coined it as a male adult film star before removing all of his cloths.
Chrystaline heard the chatter of husky males, and high pitched females mingle and show off moves she cared not to try herself. Especially in her showing attire, which proved her to be a female model from a random magazine she obtained earlier on that day. Selena Gomez. Famous in Florida for being in some TV show called 'Wizards of Waverly Place'. And a well known singe. What a plus, right?
Her index fingers hooked on a lock of hair to tuck it behind her ear just as the catalyst of a dance competition took place. Pre-planned, it seemed, since 'Please Don't Stop the Music' came on at the exact time it started. Well, then. Lets see what these teens have in them.
Shifting his gaze across the group of people that had gathered on the dance floor, he listens as a song begins to play that causes the people on the dance floor to begin dancing. As dancing breaks out on the dance floor he lets out a soft sigh seeing his path to the bar quickly becoming obstructed by dancers.
For a few moments longer he watches the dancing as it begins, his gaze shifting between some of the dancers, before he turns his attention away from the dance floor and begins to move once again. As he begins to move he starts to move towards Chrystaline without knowing it, his gaze shifting from the dancers to the path before him.
She chuckled. One would believe energy had a limit, but even when she saw the young ones of her age range break into a sweat because of their routine, their bodies becoming slick, they continued as if they would never tire. "Well, well. I see my competition," she said to herself. Humor coloring her tone.
Oh, yes. Plenty of times had she shown up even the most skilled dancers of Brooklyn. Her body, albeit small, was agile and quick. And one wouldn't believe the moves she could do in three inch heels.
Shifting his gaze as he moves forwards he turns his gaze to Chrystaline for a brief moment, her attire causing him to pause for a second before he continues to move, stepping past her as he turns his gaze back ahead of him.
Having turned his gaze from Chrystaline, he glances to the bar for a brief moment, his intended target at the moment. Making his way past more people he moves to the bar before finally coming to a stop. Stopping at the bar he leans into it and orders a drink.
Chrystaline drank in his attire as well as he did hers before he began moving again and her study was cut short. Back to what she was observing previously. Only to be disappointed at the sudden victory. Oh, what was the young one to do now?
A drink? Nah. Didn't want it to seem like she stalked the man on his mission. She opted for claiming a table and slid in a seat with grace.
As his drink arrives, he gives a faint nod to the bar tender as he reaches out and takes hold of it. Lifting the drink to his lips he takes a sip of it before he turns around and leans against the bar, his gaze shifting around for a moment.
Slowly he shifts his gaze, scanning over the crowed on the dance floor once again as he brings the drink back to his lips and takes another sip. Lowering the drink he glances towards Chrystaline now that she had taken a seat at a table.
She rested her head on her frontal four fingers, acting as a platform for leverage. Her eyes, cobalt blue with raw interest, rested among the throng of dancers. Catching sight of neon and black. Pale bodies, clad in quite the outfits. With a finger, french tipped in black, flicked her sweep bangs from the forfront of her face.
In the motion, she happened to catch the eyes of the stranger from an earlier observation. Returning his gaze with steady confidence, but heightened curiosity.
Gazing across the way at the woman in black as she sat at her table, he takes another sip of his drink, his gaze coming to meet hers as she finally looks back at him. Though she had caught his gaze and now looked back at him he made no attempt to break eye contact with her and look away, rather he keeps his attention set on her.
Looking over at the woman a faint grin takes form on his face as he gives a faint nod in her direction. Pulling away from the bar finally he begins to move forwards and close the gap between him and Chrystaline as she rests at her table.
She offers the nod in reprocation to his leave from the bar. Indeed, those eyes of cobalt never left his, she did, however, take a narrow shift in her seat. Mere movement to aid her situation for the dress that adorned her small form.
His arrival to her table could not be ignored, nor could that ghost of a grin upon his features. "Well, hello there," she murmured with her lyrical tone.
Coming to the table Chrystaline sits at, he comes to a stop, his gaze still remaining fixed on her as she looked up at him. For a moment he remains silent as he listens to her greeting, his gaze slowly dropping across her body before it quickly raises back to her face.
" Hello, mind if I join you? " He asks, gesturing to one of the seats at her table. Rather then taking a seat right after asking, he remains standing as he waits for permission to take a seat with her, not wanting to seem rude for taking a seat right away.
"Free country," she drawls. Completing the gesture with a simple sweep of the table itself. Giving her consent. But not missing the delightful smirk that grazed those glossy lips. Yes, she was perceptive enough to find him briefly checking out what's on display. Men were always sly window shoppers.
" Thank you. " He says with a smile. With permission to sit at the table he slips into a free seat. As he slips into a free seat he keeps his gaze fixed upon her for a few brief moments before he casts it away as he sets his drink upon the table. " A lively night. " He comments as he glances out towards the group of people on the dance floor.
"Teen night is the most active of nights every week," she inputs. Gazing at the sweat ridden clump of dancers with enough familiarity to bring out a smile. It was quite the show, and she was proud to have gotten those new shipments of neon stage lights. What's more, they never trained on one color. A constant shift.
As he shifts his gaze over the crowed on the dance floor he listens to her answer and gives a faint nod as he looks over the people a brief moment longer before he turns his attention back to her. " I see. " He murmurs lightly as he looks at the woman once again. " Didn't know it was teen night. " He adds before picking up his drink and taking another sip.
"It is. So many youngling's." She stated with a half smile to the crowd.
He gives a faint nod to her comment as he sets his drink back down. Turning his gaze away from her again he looks back to the people dancing, his gaze slowly shifting between dancers. " Yeah. Though, why is such a beautiful young lady such as yourself not out there dancing as well? " He asks as he turns his attention back to her.
"It's couples night... Or will be right about..." she turned to the DJ box, and faintly nodded, and the pop music ceased. Murmurs of protest sounded before 'evanescence; my immortal' started up, and everyone connected to a partner. "Now," she finished.
And she held gazes with the expert dancers. Sighing silently. Lordy lordy, she knew she was good, but where's the fun in dancing alone?
With his gaze resting on her, he listens to Chrystaline's response and though he had not asked about it, her answer gave him the impression that she was single. As the music changes he gives a faint nod " I see. " He murmurs lightly before finishing off the rest of his drink and setting the empty cup aside.
" So, you would be up for a dance if you had a partner to dance with? " He asked, a slight smirk taking for on his face as he watches her.
"A dnacer of profession like me has no boundaries," she muttered with a following smirk to his direction, "and I see you're expression. Are you asking for a dance, young one?" The night was going as expected. Guy casually approaches with a drink, girl approves placement at her table, guy plays it cool while asking for a dance. The next step was to play out a makeout scene on the floor. The ultimate bang for the night... unless things moved further along and then the nights events would really pay off.
Listening to her as she spoke up, he could see that she caught onto what he was hinting at given his question and it seemed she may not be apposed to it. " And what if that is what I am asking? " He answers with his own question. Though it seemed she may be up for it he knew there was always a chance that she would not be up for a dance.
Chrystaline's lips curled at the corners in a tease-like smile. "That would annunciate your charm..." She dropped her lid in a wink, and casually sipped at her beverage, eyes glancing among the commons. She held the authoraty, but the rest seem to liven up the place... "And I wouldn't mind," she said. Her eyes darting back to the young man across from her, red gleaming and shimmering the the light of strobe.
Aurora needed to relax. It had been a while since she actually sat down to unwind. She had decided the day before that she would come to this club this night, just to have some experience in a field other than the forests that surrounded her. She wore a long, dark blue dress in a toga style. Not something obnoxious, but classy. Something that would still draw attention, but the right kind of attention.
"If only my mother could see me be so sophisticated," she thought to herself, head raised high.
Her dress was one shouldered and exposed her back down to her natural waist, revealing her much revered tribal tattoos that covered it in a blue ink that matched her dress. Her cheeks were also tattooed with the same tribal patterns as her back. These were the markings of her heritage, and she wore them proudly.
After she assured the bouncer with a smile that she had no weapons she was granted entry into the establishment.
"First thing is first," she thought to herself "I need a drink."
Aurora's first mission was to scout out the bar and order something that would relax her, but still give her control of her senses.
Since the boy was caught daydreamin, she up and left for another round of decent water. She'd rather not have a fuzzed mind, and awful hangover like a few mistakes ago...
She slipped onto a seat, and awaited the bartender.