How they managed to convince her is anyone's guess, and really it wasn't all that hard to, but Rachel was heading into the Red Zone with three other companions. It was a typical night out. Women of similar ages, dressed to impress (or at least to have a good time) were wandering up the stairs towards the Sky Bar.

"I can't believe you talked me into coming here!" Rachel yelled over the booming bass that thrummed through each step.

"Oh come on girl! You've been moping for weeks!" Janice was a blonde, average, but with a little extra on her hips that she always complained about.

"And before you even say it." Says Delila, grabbing Rachel's arm and squeezing it as they weaved towards the bar, ".. we know you've been working hard. Even all the more reason for you to let loose." Her smile was contagious and Rachel found herself smiling despite herself.

"I am here, aren't I?" She replied dryly but with a quirk of a bemused mouth.

Sarah, the brunette, was already ordering up big. She tended to be the biggest spender of the lot. This was her sort of scene. Drunk parties to excess. But she was quiet until the alcohol started singing in her veins.

At the bar there were drinks all around. It began with a few shots each, which consisted of a lot of encouragement, cheering and general laughter.

True to what is said, get a few drinks into somebody and they loosen the limbs. A few shots later and a heavy mixed spirit in hand, Rachel had forgotten about how she looked in a skirt, heels and some camisole beneath some waistcoat. She'd stopped fussing about her pinned hair and wondering if it was a little too much. In fact she seemed quite at home with her companions, the four of them gone from milling around by the bar to spilling the occasional drop of liquid on the dance floor as they wiggled and moved as those occasional party people tended to do. Rachel could keep the beat of the music good enough, her style of dance wasn't suited to dance-clubs at the best of times, and tonight was all about letting the hair loose anyway.

"See that guy over there?" Delila nodded towards a couple of younger lads, leaning in close to Rachel to talk.

"Which one?"
"The one staring this way?"
"They both are." She laughed.
"Well.. the dark haired guy!"
"Honey... they both have dark ha-"
"HEY! Who we checkin' out?" Sarah shouts over the music, swinging both her arms around Rachel and Delila's neck both and bustles herself between them.
"Those two, one of them can't keep his eyes off her." Delila informs.
"Off who?" This from Sarah.
"Rachel."
"Oh shut up!" Embarrassed and humoured, Rachel laughs.
"They always check her out." Sarah's eyes roll, but she's squinting towards the men.
"That's because she has great boobs." Delila insists.
"Okay. That's enough!" Hot cheeks, Rachel ducks out of Sarah's arm while the two laugh.
".. The one in the shirt is kinda cute." Sarah's saying to Delila as Rachel moves away...

Both flushed from the conversation and hot from the last hour of grooving on the floor, Rachel waves a hand in front of her face as if it would cool her down. She's navigating through the crowd towards the bathroom, praying that there isn't a long line as there quite often is at clubs. She can feel some eyes on her. While she's used to it to some extent, the fact that her friends have just pointed out that she is often the beauty of the group has left her feeling self-conscious despite herself. Hiding until she recovered sounded like a great escape to regain some composure.

[feel free to jump in anyone!]

 I sit resting upon the bar my fresh new Gucci shirt clinging to my small frame. I casually sip upon a gin and tonic though my interest is obviously elsewhere. I glance about the woman striking my attention, but its the brunette that catches my eye. I have always shied away from any auburn, they have a bit too much interest and insight for my tastes. As the redhead leaves I approach the group acting as my normal suave self to grant me an introduction.

2009-01-06 19:25:49 Valentine rolls 6 dice to Awe (Cha+Per) (Diff 7) 10,4,7,4,6, 8 (3 successes)

"Come dire che amate*?" in a sultry seductive tone.

(* - Italian - How to say that I love you?)

Delila and Sarah shared a look as Valentine came wandering over. They were already smiling in that secret girl way by the time he arrived; Delila quite openly and Sarah smirking behind the glass from which she drank.

"Oh I don't know what you said pretty boy-" Delila's black curls is pinned back from her face, leaving them to spiral down to her shoulders in the preened manner woman cared for. "-But do you want to say it again?" Her brow raised and her smile stayed light and playful.

Sarah lowered her glass from her mouth as she looked him over, and caught her lower lip between her teeth, sucking on it briefly as if she could taste the sight on her mouth. "Why don't you say that in English?" She was the smaller of the two, barely 5.5" in height and that was with heels. She drank more than she ate and it showed on the bone of her wrist, and even though she swore by the Gods that her ass was big it wasn't, it was pert and perfect in her little black dress.

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By the bathroom, Rachel waits for the cue to slowly shuffle its way into the door. She might as well go for a cubical since she had to wait to get inside anyway. In her moment away from those peer-pressured companions, she wrapped an arm about herself and took in the other conversations around her, absorbing herself in a moment of quietness.

 "I only remarked on your beauty my dear. Your eyes are captivating, they would not have allowed me to simply allow you to leave without telling you," in a thick Italian accent. He smiles at her coyly, his demeanor not threatening.

"My name is Valentine, what do they call such a goddess in this country? and what does she drink?" with a look towards the bar "as I fear they are out of Ambrosia." He knows his lines and played this game many times before.

His outfit spoke of class and taste, everything detailed out to the smallest accessory. He was quite particular about brunettes, he had always been partial to them. He had always thought they were the sexiest woman alive, now he could feed from no other. It was a game to him, they enjoyed the attention and he enjoyed their gifts whether they choose to give or not.

(Fame 2 as a wealthy local bachelor that is highly sought after)