Thread: Kick in the Bass! (Everyone is welcome!)

Constantino walks in through the VIP entrance in the back. He heads directly to the VIP bar where the bartender has his drink prepared before he gets there. Taking the drink he turns and walks to the windowed balcony overlooking the floor and gazes down at the mass of people undulating on the floor. As the dollar signs run through his mind, the slightest smile crosses his face and he sips his scotch.

Corin walks into indigo in a newly bought outfit. She looks over the scene, then looks up at "Bad Boy Bill", shakes her head and smiles. She orders a drink at the bar then moves to a table, pulls out her phone, then debates on calling the person she wants to call. She finally decides to send out a text to Darius

<T> You should come to Club Indigo...Bad Boy Bill is the DJ...I think you'd like it.

Having just got off work Emma enters through the front, passing the line without a word, the bouncers opening the door for her with only a nod. She is dressed in a black halter top, jump suit (Ruched Jumpsuit by eDressMe) and stylish open toed sandals with a pronounced heel. Her bright red hair hanging long down to the middle of her back, she is beautiful ... but is just another face in a sea of many beautiful people.

Smiling she scans the unjulating forms of men and women, as if searching for something. The tiniest tip of her tongue slips out of her mouth, and wets her upper lip which is glossed in a powder pink color. Her emerald eyes darting from one person to the next, measuring them up and down. Too thin - maybe drugs... too old - possibly not able to deal with it... recently had a child...

Making her way to the bar her eyes never stop working the crowd, "Whiskey please." She orders from the bartender on the main floor and knowing how much tips mean to bartenders, even ones working for Tino, she tips the man. "Thanks!" She turns back to the crowd and starts watching them again.

"Whiskey?" A male voice says beside her. "Now THAT's a real drink."

Emma turned to look at the smiling man beside her. He was in his late twenties, maybe 30... always hard to tell in this light, with soft sandy blonde hair and a bright smile. Well muscled, clearly he liked working out or was vain enough to do it frequently. No wedding ring... She hated it when jerk offs ditched their wives and decided to come up to her in clubs. His blue eyes measured her in the same way her emerald eyes scanned the crowd though... he was hunting too. THAT made Emma smile.

"So my father always use to tell me. What's your poison?" She responded over the din.

"Tonight? Scotch." He responded and displayed his nearly empty glass to her. "Garrett," He offered his hand. "Garrett Tanner, and you are?"

Emma tilted her head to the side and leaned on the bar smiling. Offering her hand she replied. "Perfect."

He laughed with her. "Well Perfect, do you dance?" He took her hand and didn't shake it, instead he craddled it in that way that a man who has no intention of letting his prey go might.

"If I didn't before... I do now. Let's see what you got Garrett." With that Emma allows the would-be alpha wolf lead her out to the dance floor where she moves with an deadly grace and precision, dancing with wild abandon in anticipation of what might come later.

As her eyes looked only once up to where the shadow that might be Constantino stood, her beast purred.

As the dance floor reaches its limits, the music seemlessly mixes into the next song.

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The monitors light up with the image of a live crowd and animation. The strobs lights pulse as the double bass kicks in the song. The blue and red lights are in time with the keyboard. As the music blasts out of the speakers, the lights flash and cover the dance floor more people entered into the club.

The bartenders are hard at work and the wait staff is bouncing from table to table getting orders and collecting money.

Up above in the Booth, Billy has his headphones on getting the next song ready to assult the senses of the club goers. Bobing his head to the beat he adjusts the sound and punches in a few commands on this laptop that controls the lights.

He looks over the crowd and waves to those that are looking up at him.

He takes a drink of water and thinks to himself, "It is great to be doing this again."

He looks up and sees his new boss looking down with a smile. He raises his water bottle and nods.

Torin walks in wearing a plain black t-shirt that doesn't cover the light blue scars that wind up the sides of his neck, or down beyond the sleeves of his arms. His tight Levi's jeans draw the attention of a few of the girls looking for a good time, and certainly the attention of the lurking 'cougars.' He takes a moment to slowly scan the crowd, his supernaturally green eyes, defying the flashing of the strobe lights, standing out in this environment. Looking disctinctly to where Constantino stands, Torin heads to join him, a smirk on his lips.

Constantino nods to Torin as he approaches. He turns his attention back to the red-headed woman and the blonde man on the dance floor. They seem to hold his attention with every movement they make. Without turning from the window he speaks quietly.

"How are you, cugino?"

Torin steps up next to Constantino as he speaks. "I am quite well cousin. I see that Emma is feeling a little hungry." Torin looks at Tino out of the corner of his eye at the comment of Emma feeding. "Is she bringing some back, or is this a private meal?"

Tino continues watching the couple on the floor.

"I'm assuming private. There are too many drawbacks to sharing a meal with me."