Clubbing in the night [Me & Tatcon Valdez]

Clubs such as this, for a creature such as himself, have always been a combination of a den of pleasures and a sociological observation. People were always so easily infected with two things that turned them from uptight, high functioning citizens of the modern world to base, hormonal monsters with desire only one thing. Sex. Alcohol and music, the unending aphrodisiac for the younger generations, and Tory had supposed that by this point in time most of the people he saw on a regular basis had become little more than junkies. And that, in his mind, was absolutely hilarious.

But who was he to judge, the was here four days a week, doing any combination of activities beyond just sitting her on a couch enjoying a brew, as much as his dead body could enjoy anything like that. The general darkness of the club made it easy for his pale skin to blend it, especially against the contrast of his vast array of wild tribal designs that trailed from his fingers up his arms and over his shoulders onto his torso. Majority of his torso was covered by a straight black muscle shirt, himself being too damn lazy to dress himself up in anymore than that and a lax pair of camo cargo pants. The tattoos were still present on his collar bone though, as if trying to snake up to his neck, and his back wasn't safe either, sharp tips poking up over the fabric.

Ah, time to move he thought as he slowly stood himself up and wandered among the bodies of the club, and black haired twenty one year old which a mischevious grin and piercings all around, one just below the middle of his lower lip, ears pretty much covered in surgical steel and silver, and two in his right brow with one on the left. It gave him a nice reflection as the light bounced itself off of the metal, and soon he would clear the crowd to come lean against the wall next to the ravaging duo. At first he ignored their little actions, leaning against the wall haphazardly as he drank some more of his beer. Then, ice blue eyes would look condescendingly at the man, and he smirked. "You're doing it wrong boy. You're gonna make her moan, but you aren't going to make her yours." He said, voice issuing forth from his lips like black silk on his words, and despite the general din of the club both her and the guy would hear him as clear as crystal.

"Freak. Harsh words for a tramp who just walked into the bar and starting being dry fucked by the first man to show some assertiveness." He replied, bringing the beer back to his lips, making strong arm ripple lightly in the movement. He was a broad shouldered man, the muscle shirt made sure that that was apparent, but he was lithe, a well muscles acrobat in life, and that had stuck with him up until the present day. "Besides, what fun would he be, he's already wandered off leaving you here to fend for yourself against someone who, for all he knows, might be a serial rapist. I'm not, but I could have been." He added amusingly, taking another sip of the warming alcohol before placing it down beside him and standing up to his full height with a stretch.

He wouldn't really make a point of answering her final question for the moment, because he had stepped before her, placing his hands upon her hips and pulling her to him. He would look down at her for a long moment, still restraining her in she squirmed and tried to get away. Either way he would eventually get around to a response, still holding her tightly despite her best efforts. "You were just a target, the most exciting prospect in the club. Call it hunter's instincts, but you seem the be the best prey, even if it is just for a dance. I'll convince you otherwise by the time I'm done." He stated plainly and rather arrogantly, but that was all part of the personality.

She was digging herself and her intentions an early grave with her misplaced words. He was finding it more amusement than scathing, and he grinned brightly as she squirmed herself in his hands, to very little avail. His grip was sure and strong, and didn't show much of ability to let go, despite her scratching and pushing. But now was not a time for simple amusement, no, he was in a place now to teach this little girl a small lesson in etiquette, and he would go to the extremes he might be known for. Stepping to the side, and taking her with him to move away from the pole, and pin her firmly against the wall with his hands and his body, pressing close to her as he tilted his head down to whisper into her ear. His voice was not gentle despite its hushed nature.

"Listen girl, and listen well. I never said anything about getting you in to a bed, I can fuck you right here against this wall. Your body isn't anything but a body to me, and I could care less the effect on you. So pay attention, very closely. At the moment I am telling you that you will dance with me, and I will convince you that you want more. Take this kind of attitude again little girl, and you won't have the chance for convincing, I will just take it." He said as he pressed his hips towards hers as his hands brought hers to him even more so. This was going to be a fun game.