Girls Just Wanna Have Fun?? {OPEN}

[Zoe Harris]

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really got me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman, ooh, yeah

Ladies night at the Den.

The one night of the week that beautiful ladies didn't strut their stuff on stage but stepped aside to give the male gender the chance to show off and earn some female appreciation. Also a night when trouble of a different sort could whirl through the door and make things interesting.

Thank the Gods that the staff at the Den was used to trouble. Even the supernatural kind.

And this evening was no different.

"OH HELLLLLLLLLLLLLL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS WHAT I"M TALKING ABOUT!!!" came a loud shout as a boisterous brunette decked out in black leather strolled into the Den. "TAKE IT OFF, GOOD LOOKING!!! HELL!! TAKE IT ALL OFF IF YOU LIKE!! I WOULDN"T MIND!!"

With her gaze glued to where the dude on stage was losing his own biker leathers, there was no doubt in anyone's mind who she was talking too. The man on the platform cast his admirer a wink and then went back to strutting his stuff while the woman gave a loud cat whistle.

Ok, so no one ever accused Cupids daughter of being subtle. She was the daughter of the god of Love and Lust, after all.

As Zoe tossed a mischievous grin over her shoulder at the ladies following, her step was light and her laughter loud. After a long week tending the store and putting up with a bunch of idiots on top of suffering from a major cause of sexual frustration.. She was more than ready to cut loose and have a little fun.

Earlier that afternoon, she'd phoned a few friends and made plans to meet up for supper and then head out to the Den for a bit of fun entertainment. To her delight, a bunch of the girls had agreed and they'd spent a few hours gossiping at a local Mexican restaurant before heading over to the nights hot spot. Ashling was on call this evening but she'd promised to come sit with them when she could and have a few drinks if things were flowing smoothly.

All in all, it promised to be a good time for one and all.

"Come on Ladies!! Lets grab a front table and get a pitcher of drinks!! Or maybe a bottle of whiskey! I could go for that!" she shouted above the loud music. "Ashling said we can have anything we like!!"

That said, she sashayed forward. Her long, catlike stride took her quickly down into the well of the club where one of the huge stages sat and she leaned over the side to wave a $5 at the dancer. The good looking "biker" strutted his stuff over her and allowed her to tuck the money into his chaps before turning way. Zoe, of course, couldn't resist and slapped him on the ass as he started away causing him to yelp and give her a laughing shake of the head. The young goddess simply grinned impishly and shrugged her shoulders before plopping into an empty chair nearby and waiting for her friends.

[Mercedes Rowe]

Towing not far behind Zoe was Mercedes. She was clutching her purse tightly to her side and eyeballing the man on stage. Her cheeks turned about five shades of red as the dancer looked her way and winked. Oiy vey, she couldn’t believe the tantalizing look he gave her. She jerked her head away, not wanting to give him more reason to be openly flirtatious with her.

Her legs started moving then. She quickly ran towards Zoe, feeling quite sheepish. “I don’t know, maybe this isn’t such a great idea,” the worry in her voice was thick and apparent.

One thing was for certain, Mercy needed to get drunk in order to loosen up at a place like this. She was far too modest to ogle over half naked men. Her modesty showed by the simple black dress she wore.

As if it couldn’t get any worse as the dancers changed and the next one that came out was dressed darkly while a dirty song played. She wished that she could cover her eyes and ears.

She stood awkwardly behind Zoe as she yelled and whistled then stuffed money where Mercy could not imagine putting her hands. Her face paled and her eyes went wide as she feared her nervousness would make her empty the contents from her Mexican dinner.

Her back was stiff and rigid as she sat down in a seat next to Zoe. She glanced around the Den with a shocked look on her face. Her mouth hung open loosely as she watched the women that were screaming and practically throwing money at these men. At least there will be free drinks, right?

She caught the eyes of a waitress walking around grabbing drink orders. Mercy practically jumped out of her seat to flag the woman down. “Bring us a big bottle of whiskey! Make it quick!” She told the woman. “We are going to need it,” she mumbled under her breath and sat back down in her seat.

How had she let Zoe talk her into this? That girl was so naughty. No, she was BEYOND naughty.

The waitress returned only a moment later with shot glasses and a bottle of clear liquid. Thank the Gods that she could start drinking. If it was up to Zoe she feared the worst. That girl would probably call a lap dance over for them all. Oh god! Mercy groaned inwardly and started pouring shots. This was going to be one hell of a night.

[Cassandra Owens]

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox
I dont really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that

Oh goody.

Cass couldn't help but lick her lips as she strode into the club confidently, ticking her cellphone into the cuff of her red-velvet knee-high boots. It was girl's night here at the Wolf's Den, one of New Orleans' top supernaturally-inclined clubs. Most of the time the place functioned as a Gentlemen's club, but once a week, it switched over and tried to attract some female clientèle.

And tonight, she was one of those clientèle.

After having a few words with Mercedes, she'd decided to head over and join her friend for a fun night out. Things had been quiet at Veritas lately, but it was always good to kick back and relax anyway. Cass was never one to take things seriously, so any free chance was a chance to party.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Cass spotted Mercy with a few of her other friends at the other end of the club. She almost laughed when she first saw Mercy; the expression on her face was just priceless. That girl definitely needed to loosen up and expand her boundaries, but the again, everyone had been shy like that once.

"Mercy!" she called out, waving her hand up to gain the werewolf's attention. Mercy and her hadn't known each other long, but they'd sparked off a pretty good friendship in that short amount of time. Cass, always one to make a point of being a "go-to" person for most of the new supernaturals in town, had met Mercy when she'd moved to New Orleans.

A mischievous grin was already fixed over her face, a sure sign of her coming behavior. It was time to be naughty...

Skipping over through the other patrons, Cass fixed herself up beside her friend, grabbing one of the whiskey shots she'd poured and downing it in a single gulp. "You ready to have a good time?" her playful tone probed as she nudged the werewolf with her elbow.

[Blair Winters]

Oh Crap.

What had she gotten herself into? It was not like here to be going to see male dancers. This Texan was meek and really private about such things. Plus, this was probably a big no no to her religion. Hee Hee, Father Sampson was gonna die when he heard about this in Confession. He was a very close to her Mother he had always been there for Blair. Other than her Father Joe, he was the only one left that she considered family.

Blair came to New Orleans to make friends and find out who she is. It was about time she experienced something new but truth be told she was scared. Going to Ladies Night, was a BIG jump for Blair. Hell if she made it into the club that was a big step for her.

Over the past few weeks she has experienced new things...met new people, and gotten sworn at like no ones business.

So here she was staring at the The Wolf's Den outside before going in she inhaled deeply. Once the little medium was ready she walked in. Peering around the place for a certain group, in a few moments she heard whoops that were familiar. It was defiantly Zoe, as she got closer she saw two other woman with her.

Her jaw near dropped on the floor at the sight of the man. Oh Lordy...

"Uh, Howdy Girlies...Sorry I'm Late....,' she stuttered out.

[Kirian Katagaria]

Naturally, Kirian was attracted to the Wolf’s Den like the proverbial moth to the flame.
The smell of female arousal drew him in like a corporal grasp; making his own body prickle with desire and expectation; every muscle tightened as if struck by an electrical current.
The sound of their shrill shrieks of amusement and laughter called to him like the siren’s song; a Pied Piper’s tune he could not ignore.

When he arrived at the refined gentleman’s club turned temporary gentlewomen’s club, Kirian moaned in appreciation. So many beautiful women already ripe with desire; their goodies on exhibit for the display of half dressed men shaking their ‘fun-sized’ packages on stage to the rhythm of an erotic groove. The tawny-haired male couldn’t help but smirk at the presentation. They had nothing on him.

Dressed in a pair of low slung jeans that hugged his assets to perfection and a plain white tee-shirt that was taut against his broad chest, Kirian had no problem getting into the nightclub. Giving the doorman a casual nod as he pulled his long tousled hair back at the nape of his neck, the beefy male directed the fae to a backroom where some of the other strippers were getting decked out in cheesy costumes. Of course the man would assume Kirian was part of the entertainment. Who wouldn’t?

At the sight of a spiky headed brunette pulling on some ass-less chaps and a cowboy hat Kirian burst out laughing, clearing his throat and pretending to choke when the male gave him an evil eye. He ducked behind a rack of costumes to avoid the dude, his silvery-blue eyes catching a pair of black leather jeans that looked to be just his size. Yanking them off the frame Kirian tugged the white tee-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, stripping off the blue jeans to tug on the leathers.

The moans of disappointment signaled the end of the entertainment on stage, so Kirian hurried to the platform to stop the male going on next with one hand across his chest.

“Change of plans, sorry.” He told the guy in a less than apologetic tone and contorted his memory just enough that the male wouldn’t remember the interference. He would see Kirian on stage and assume he was next in line; no harm done.

The sound of the familiar raunchy Nine Inch Nails song started with a pulse-pounding base and Kirian slid on stage like he owned the room. One playful smirk at a red-headed female in the front row already had her in heat and she screamed, clawing her way up to the platform only to be stopped by one of the beefy bouncers.

Kirian swiveled his hips in time with the rhythm; his gyrating movements a reflection of how he would work it when he laid with a woman, and pretty soon half of the room was panting; half of those women pulling at their too-binding clothes.

When his impish gaze caught a women who was down to only bra and panties, the male fae knew he had them. He tugged the band out of his hair and shook it free; moving a hand suggestively against the bulge at his zipper.

[Marissa Skye ☀]

You always wanna be around me
So you know what it's like
When the world is at your feet
And you're VIP tonight
You've either you got it or you don't
And I'm sorry you won't
Get there by using me
Just go & do your own thing
Boys and girls pretend to know me, they try so hard
And I get what I want, my name is my credit card
Don't try to hate me because I am so popular
Pop, pop, popular!

Oh yeah, now THIS was fun!

From her spot just inside the front door, Marissa Abigail Skye looked around wide eyed and then giggled. The petite Fae princess was decked out to the nines in a little black flapper dress and her guardian was tucked playfully around her left ear so she was feeling good and in the mood to get into a bit of mischief.

And as any smart person knew.. A nymph in the mood to party was DANGEROUS.


The bouncer at the door eyed her warily as if feeling the aura of power bouncing around her but she simply gave him a wink before sashaying forth and heading for the front of the club. The skip in her stride had the distance covered in no time and she spied Zoe and a few other ladies already waiting.

The moment her friend spied her, the brunette jumped to her feet and gave her a hoot and hollar. Marissa immediately returned the greeting with a squeel and then headed over to join them.

"HELLO MY LOVELIES!!" she chirped out before bouncing into an empty seat and looking towards the stage. "OH... OH MYYYYYYYY.... Would ja look at that? I don't think he needs any stuffing in his pockets! Lets thank the lord for his bountiful blessings..."

Then, grinning naughtily, she pulled a bill from the cleavage of her dress and waved it madly at the dancer. Feeling the others eyes on her and hearing Zoe's over flowing mirth, she winked at them and decided she better introduce herself.


"Oh... yes..... I'm Marissa, btw!"

[Mercedes Rowe]

The sound of her name had Mercedes lifting her gaze towards it. It wasn’t hard to mistake who was calling her. She had talked to Cass not long before and told her to meet her there. She waved the girl over, although she was wondering if inviting her was such a good idea either.

The way the woman strutted over and grabbed a shot while asking if she was ready to have a good time had Mercedes clutching her purse tightly in her lap. “No, not really. I’ll just watch you all get slap happy,” she gulped, trying to keep her eyes off of the stage. When Cass nudged her, she was so stiff that she barely budged from it.

“I don’t think this is really a good idea,” she voiced again. Her hand shot out and grabbed another shot, tipping it back. This called for a lot of booze.

Another voice caught her attention, one she’d never heard before. The Texan drawl coming from some female had her looking the girl over. She was cute, and she didn’t feel so left out when she realized the girl wore about as shocked, if not more so, of an expression as she did.

“Yeeeeaah,” she laughed lightly and motioned for Blair to sit next to her. “I’m Mercedes,” she introduced herself before grabbing a shot and passing it to the woman.

To her surprise, not that she was really trying to look, the male dancer that was coming out was replaced with someone else. She had just grabbed a shot to tip it back when the man grabbed the bulge between his pants. It had Mercedes spewing her shot all over the woman in front of her.

The girl at the table turned with a disgusted look. “Keep your shit in your mouth,” she wiped a hand over her arm.

“Ah…sorry?” Mercedes shot Cass then Blair a look.

Oh, this was going to be some night alright.

As much as she wanted to drag her eyes away from the stage, she couldn’t. Holy crap was that man hot. Her eyes were about as big as saucers. She shook her head as she felt like something unnatural had tugged her eyes towards him.

She leaned in towards Cass and whispered, “Lucien would die if he knew I was in here watching a man get naked.”

Her head lifted as Zoe waved someone over. She glanced over to the pretty blonde that was bouncing her way towards them. The words that came out of her mouth had Mercy laughing. She could see this one was comical. But, when the woman pulled money from her cleavage her eyes went wide. Oh dear.. She had to cover her mouth when she laughed again.

“Hi, Marissa! I’m Mercedes,” she gave the woman a wave. She poured another shot and handed it to the woman. “Might as well get started.”

Oh goodness, this was nuts. She grabbed another shot and downed it. Her hazel eyes drifted over the rim of her glass to see the dancer getting down and dirty. A blush slowly crept up her cheeks.

[Cassandra Owens]

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox
I dont really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that

Well, well, well. This was certainly going to be a...bountiful night, to say the least.

A new dancer took the stage, and Cass realized, with a delighted grin, that the man was a Fae. If anybody knew how to turn up the heat, it would definitely be a Fae. And so he apparently did, gyrating his hips the way he was. The women all around the club were practically trying to dive-bombing the stage, giddy with the lust he seemed to have bespelled them with.

Mercedes however, seemed to be mortified. Cass found herself in hysterics after the werewolf had spit out her drink on one of the ladies at the other table, taken surprise by the Fae's suggestive antics. It was all too funny.

"You need to dirty up that mind of yours girl," she managed out between laughs, nudging her friend again. When Mercy brought up Lucien, Cass couldn't help but grin again. "Maybe you should call Lucien right now. I think of a few of us could probably maneuver him onto the stage." She was kidding, but that usual troublesome look was more than apparent in her eyes.

Just then another woman came over to their table, practically bouncing with joy. Cass felt that same bubbling feeling herself, almost a sense of gaiety. The lust in the club was unmistakable, and on top of the booze, it make her feel naughty.

"I'm Cass!" She took the new girl's entrance as an opportunity to introduce herself to both her, and the other bruenette that had come in a few moments prior.

Things were definitely heating up from the looks of things. With Marissa waving money a the Fae on stage, Cass knew the Fae would probably turn his attention to them soon enough. But if more money was offered.

Giving into the urge to be a bit evil, Cass snuck up behind Mercy, and pushed a fair amount of bills into her hand, forcing both their arms up next to Marissa's. "HEY!" she shouted happily, nudging the Fae onstage with her telekinesis a little bit. "OVER HERE!"

[Ilani Moonblood ♬]

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE OUT OF WHISKEY?! How can a liquor salesman be out of whiskey? I swear to ALL that’s holy, if you don’t make my shipment next week, I’m gonna come down that and rip your happy friends off! You know which ones!”

Bellowing into the bar phone, Ilani ignored the amused snickers behind her, as the man she usually bought her booze from, threatened to have her arrested. Ha, as if she was afraid of a few cops!

Making an obscene gesture at the receiver, she slammed it down in the cradle and let her head come crashing down onto the counter in front of her. Man, talk about an annoying week. First, one of her regular bartenders up and eloped with his high school sweetheart, leaving her short handed. Then, of freaking COURSE, someone had spotted a cockroach in the bathroom- God forbid, someone sees a bug in freaking Louisiana- and now she had the Department of Health sniffing around. The whole thing practically screamed inside tampering, but who had a problem with her club?

Hell man, she knew that The Pit rocked everyone’s goddamn socks off, but seriously? The Department of Health, in a grunge bar? Somebody was gonna die, and soon.

“Ilani,” A voice called out, calling her back to the present. “Your cell phone’s ringing. You left it over here, on the stage, dear.”

With a sigh, she picked herself up and shuffled across the room. “Thank you, Mrs. Trisholm,” She said, offering a small smile at the elderly ghost hovering over the stage. Having died from a heart attack while still in her curlers, any normal person would think that the old lady would want to hit up heaven, if only for a new wardrobe. But no, she just had to find the closest psychic to help her make sure her son’s marriage didn’t break up.

She never could work up the courage to tell the ghost that she wasn’t a miracle worker. Hopefully, Mrs. Trisholm would realize that there was a Better Place waiting…and that nothing short of God’s direct interference would stop Bob and Betty from hating each other’s guts.

Flipping the battered Razor open, she barked out a greeting and was immediately surprised by the request that followed. Fun? Girl’s night? Strip club? Ha, forget anything else; that last one was enough to send her cackling into her shoes and out the door.

Twenty minutes later, she pulled her puttering little red Ford pickup into the strip club’s parking lot and hopped out with a grin. Was it wrong that, upon seeing a line of women forming around the corner had her calling a bookie for change? Hell yeah it was, but hell if that didn’t stop the little bulge in her side bag from sporting a hundred in singles.

Biker boots clomping slightly on the pavement, she managed to make her way through the crowd and headed on over to where her ladies sat. As usual, her hair was done up in neon streaks- yellow, this time- to match the brightly colored sundress half hidden under a beat up leather jacket.

“Oh my GAH, you girls are the freaking BOMB, man, for coming up with this! Derek is gonna kill me, but I don’t care! Holy effing shit, look at that guy on stage! HELLO, MR. PACKAGE. WOOWOO, BABY, SHAKE THAT THANG!”

[Ashling Lawerence]

I can't get you outta my mind
With the way you walk, the way you walk, the way you walk
Baby you should be a sign, the way you make me stop
Make me stop, make me stop
Cause some like fast and some like slow
Ladies come and ladies go
Skip the tell and let's just show
Cause I wan't you to know..

Thursday night. Ash's favorite night of the week and the one time she could let her hair down and just relax. She wasn't required to do anything but enjoy the show and make sure the club ran smooth. Since ladies generally tended to be less volatile and definitely easier to handle when they were.. She maintained a low bouncer staff and male waiters. Most evenings, Ash found herself twiddling her thumbs and being even a bit bored if the truth were told.

Not tonight though. Tonight a few friends were stopping in and Ash planned on making time to have a bit of fun with them.

Finishing up the pressing paperwork, the blond got to her feet and moved out to the inner club. Dressed in knee high black boots, a black leather mini and a red chemise, she made a striking figure even though there were vivid scars upon her left shoulder. With hair that flowed down to below her waist and a lush figure, it wasn't any wonder that she was able to make her living inside this gentleman's club but she took it with a grain of salt. It was her belief that one should judge what was under the skin far more than physical beauty and she let that lead her own actions.

Spying a table in the front filled with ladies, Ash grinned as she identified Mercy and Zoe. She wasn't sure who the others were but the brunette daughter of Cupid was already being her outrageous self as another trio hooted and hollar from the same table. Strolling casually in that direction, she arrived just in time to spy yet another wild lady join the group and she immediately knew it was going to be crazy that evening.

However, before she could really follow that train of thought, her gaze went to the man on stage and her mouth dropped. Hubba Hubba. That was one dancer she had NOT hired but hell if she could bring herself to kick him off stage. In fact, she was going to have to make a mental note to corner him later and get his name and number because with an ... asset .. like that.. He could be rolling in the money on ladies night.

Not to mention wherever else he chose to roll, she added mentally with a chuckle before sashaying forward and greeting the table.

"Hey Ladies... Who are you all tonight?" she called out cheerily before Zoe jumped to her feet and let out a shrill cat call whistle that about deafened her ear drums. "Damn it, Zo... Give a girl a warning next time will you?"

Rubbing the offended appendage, Ash arched a brow and then caught site of the dancer again as he got his groove on. Crossing her arms over her chest, she pursed her lips and waited to see what he would do with all the money being waved at him and how far he was ready to take this little charade of his.

"That isn't one of mine... One of you ladies bring your own entertainment tonight???" she teased as she let a chuckle escape.

[Kirian Katagaria]

Everybodys looking for love. Oh. Oh.
Aint that the reason youre at this club. Oh. Oh.
You aint gonna find a dance with him. No. Oh.
Got a better solution for you girl. Oh. Oh.

Just stay with me now. Say the word and well go.
Ill be your teacher. Ill show you the ropes.
Youll see a side of love you've never known.
I can see it going down, going down.

Kirian was bursting with raw, sexual excitement. The smell of aroused female pheromones floating around the bar alone was intoxicating enough; a heady mixture of sweet and spicy; each one a unique aroma to the woman emanating it. That and the fact that he had a virtual buffet of eye candy right in front of the stage, it was nearly enough to drive the fae mad with lust.

A sensual creature by nature, it didn’t take much to strike up the male’s hunger, especially when so many of the females were exposing themselves and a few at the back even going as far as to relieve some of their own ‘tension’ in plain view of everyone.
Continuing to tease the ladies by pumping his hips in time with the music and slowly rubbing his thickening ‘bulge’, Kirian dropped to his hands and knees and crawled across the stage toward the front table like a panther stalking its prey.

The hunger in his sparkling grey-blue eyes matched that ferocity, and as he paused at the ledge mere inches from where the sexy group held out bills for him, he remained on all fours, thrusting his groin as if he had one (or all of them) underneath him.

And damn if that wasn’t exactly what he wanted. His eyes swept over each of them, taking in all the luscious curves, the ample breasts, the tongue moistened lips…
Maybe he should work his magic a little harder so that they’d start undressing for him.

The fae stopped humping the air long enough to rise up to his knees, moving his hand blatantly to palm himself over the stifling leather pants. His gaze shone with iniquity as he caught one outstretched hand and brought it to his zipper, growling in delight at the delicious pressure.

“Come up on stage with me…” He said huskily to her, but his eyes traveled to each of them in open invitation. What he would give to have all of them surrounding him; the air up there was mesmerizing; compulsive.

[kayla]

If a person could really die of embarrassment Kayla would have been six feet under about two minutes ago. She remained sitting at the table in the back corner even as the new girl she'd hired as a waitress and her friend moved closer to the stage to watch the blonde man up there and offer him money, waving the bills around. her cheeks felt so hot she'd be surprised if they weren't glowing.

When Sally had invited her to come out for a 'Girl's Night Out' to help the boss relax and shake some of the tension from the last week, this wasn't exactly what she was expecting. Maybe some shopping and dinner and a few drinks sure but this all out sexual rampage that was taking place?

Not by a long shot!

She was woefully overdressed for one thing, wearing a conservative (at least in comparison to the rest of the crowd) pair of jeans with a wide brown belt and a large turquoise belt buckle and a pale teal colored knit top. Her favorite pair of cowboy boots covered her feet, no high heel on them either. They were real boots for working and using around the farm.

But try as she may to look away from the stage it was like she couldn't, as if drawn by a magnet to the power that emanated from the Fae that was undulating and touching himself. She was aware of some of the women stripping and suspected that a few were doing other things but no way was she even going to try to inspect that theory more. it was really more than she wanted to know!

It made her slightly uncomfortable as emotions that were still somewhat new to her were stroked by that invisible hand of the Fae's draw, his power touching her in ways that only a certain bald headed handyman had thus far in her life managed to inspire. Having never experienced such things in her life she wasn't sure it was normal or how to react. Why was her body tingling in places that it normally didn't tingle? And what were these urges that coursed through her veins and muscles?

She wasn't stupid. She knew the basics and the simple in's and out's of what went on between a woman and a man behind closed doors but...it wasn't anything she had any personal frame of reference to. Those physical reactions only further served to embarass her as the women's words carried over the throbbing bass of the music, the pulsating of the beat and the blatantly suggestive words were not the sort of things she normally listened to. It sure wasn't any George Jones!

And as impossible as it might have seemed, she actually heard the seductive purr of the dancer as he spoke, even from back where she sat in the shadows, as if it were whispered into her ear. She swallowed hard and stared wondering if the act that he was simulating was as intoxicating as the promise and anticipation of it.

The country mouse was definitely out of her element this night. She didn't even notice her cellphone as it vibrated on the table and lit up, swallowing hard as she caught the look in the dancer's eyes.

[Mercedes Rowe]

Mercedes face paled, considerably. “Dirty up my mind?” Weren’t dirty thoughts about Lucien enough? Cass was on crack, to think that she needed to dirty up her mind. “What? NO. OH, HELL NO!” There would be no way in hell she would let Lucien get up on stage for all the girls to grope him. She practically ground her teeth together just thinking about it. If you wanted to see one jealous wolfie snap then suuuuure, bring Lucien in.

About that time a girl with biker boots and a leather jacket made her way over to them. She couldn’t help but giggle a little at the girl’s reaction, mostly because she found all of their reactions slightly comical. “Want a drink?” She asked Ilani, sliding a shot glass towards her. Oh yeah, this was perfect. She would pass out the booze. It would keep her busy, make everyone forget about her as she got them all absolutely trashed and she got left in the background. Oh yes, perfect idea.

Her hazel eyes lifted at the sound of another familiar voice. “Hey, Ash!” She waved her friend over. God save her. She was sure every single one of these women, aside from Blair was drooling over this man. She was doing her best to keep her eyes planted away from the stage.

That was until Cass somehow snuck up behind her. She shoved a wad of singles into her hand. Mercedes had this confused expression on her face, until the woman was pushing their arms towards the stage. Oh god, what was happening?! Her eyes went as wide as saucers, falling onto the Fae that she had been doing so well at ignoring. Again, some sort of power rolled off of him.

A feeling of shock went straight up her arm when her hand landed on him, which was right on his bulge. She paled considerably. He probably thought it was due to touching him, about to faint like some that did, I’m sure, but that was not the case at all. She did not like the idea where her hand was resting, at all. If anything she was about to faint from embarrassment.

She was so shell shocked that she dropped the singles all over the Fae’s lap and practically clambered over Cass to get away. When she was behind Cass, she gave her friend a shove towards the Fae. “I can’t believe you did that!” She breathed harshly, her cheeks a tinge of red.

[Blair Winters]

Blair had began thinking coming here was a very bad idea....but there was a bright side to this chaos... Another woman just as scared as she was here at least they could band together and hide from...this...activity. This was defiantly not what she thought it was going to be. She nodded graciously to the petite woman who was in the same boat as her before sitting down in the seat that was offered.

The nice woman introduced herself before passing a shot to her. Something told her that she would really have to be drunk to enjoy this outing. Blair took her hat off and placed it on her lap,”Well Mercy,it's nice to meetya. I'm Blair. “

After that she quickly downed the shot, one down probably 15 more until total drunkenness. Her eyes couldn't stop from traveling to the new dancer, oh boy he was raunchy....Blair's eyes darted to the ceiling to avoid that image. She almost let out a giggle to Mercy's reaction until some Bitch in the front got snappy. Mercy gave her a look and Blair just waved it off, “Someone must of pissed in her cheerios this morning. Don't worry bout it. “


An unnatural tug lead her to stare at the man again.....it was weird how she kept looking. One sure thing Blair did those he was man candy. Blair smiled at the new addition, a really pretty blond that was full of energy. Of course the Texan gave her a welcoming nod before downing another shot.

Blair sunk down in the booth to get the attention away from her. No way in hell would she hand money out. Her eyes shot over to the sounds of clunking biker boots, her hair had streaks to match a yellow dress hidden under a leather jacket. Blair nodded to the woman, “ Howdy new lady. I'm Blair. Pick a seat.”

All was going alright until a another member of the group name Cass thrust Mercy's hands in the air with money in them. Plus she shouted for the risque dancer to come over to there party....just great. She wanted to help but she really didn't want to be in her position. However she did mouth to mercy a sorry before hogging the alcohol bottle. Oh yes being drunk would make this more fun.

Blair snapped from her haze when Zoe made a whistle that made her cringe and she saw yet another woman had arrived. This time a pretty blond who asked a question about the male dancing at that moment. Blair shrugged, “I dunno he just showed up.”

[Cassandra Owens]

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox
I dont really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that

Oh lordy Lord.

When Mercy's hand came to rest on that lovely bulge in the Fae's pants, Cass couldn't help but giggle childishly. The expression on the werewolf's face was pure gold, a perfect mixture of both awe, shock, and embarrassment. She knew Mercy was probably mentally cursing her out right now, but Cass was just having way too much fun to care. Her...insanity, was just something Mercy shouldn't be surpised at seeing anymore.

And then randomly reason seemed to kick in, and Mercy went frantically scrambling away from the stage, dropping the singles and practically clawing her way over Cass. Oh so hilarious.

Personally Cass just laughed at the whole thing, even as Mercy tried to shove her closer to the stage and use her as a shield. "Did you ever doubt I'd try to pull a stunt like that?" her playful tone quipped. "Come on Mercy, you should definitely know me better by now."

Throwing her friend a mischevious grin, Cass turned her attention back to the stage, her gaze hungrily caressing the Fae.

He was beautiful, just as almost all Fae were. And of course that was the pesky little power of theirs, which made them nearly impossible to resist. All it took was a glamour of the mind, and just about anyone would throw themselves toward a Fae.

Time for the Fae to get a taste of his own medicine.

No doubt he probably was loving all these woman fawning over him, but Cass didn't want to play the easy one here. No, that simply wouldn't do. If he wanted a game, well he certainly had one.

Grinning devilishly, Cass held up her hand loftily, and with a small gesture, beckoned the Fae to her. "Come here, boy," she beckoned. Playing hard to get was just so...exhilarating.