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[Lissa Faye]

Another weekend, another night on the dancefloor. Lissa loved being a part of the mass of clubgoers. She was constantly grabbing people to dance with and then shaking away to someone else. Odds are if Lissa was dancing, she was in the middle of the floor, taking very rare breaks to have a quick drink at the bar before jumping back into the fray.
A popular hip-hop song began to play; Lissa swished her hips in time to the beat and shook her sweaty hair out of her eyes.
She wasn't sure where her friends were, but she knew they were in the club somewhere. They'd developed a pretty simple strategy: don't leave without everyone. A few times when the group felt like calling it a night early, Lissa had been literally pulled out kicking and screaming.
Lissa felt someone grab her hips and start dancing with her. She turned, pushing her heavy fall of hair away from her eyes and smiled up at the friendly male face.

[Lorne Masterson.]

Unfortuneately, Lorne wasn't looking at where he'd set his hands; the face was a friendly one--he looked blissful. Obviously intoxicated (was he ever NOT intoxicated at one of these places?), the tall boy was dancing with his eyes closed, his tissue thin t-shirt now hanging out of his pocket, rather than burdening his lean, muscled chest with its unnecessary presence.

A pair of unusually casual, pre-ripped jeans made up the rest of his outfit. If he'd arrived with shoes, they'd been discarded or hidden stealthily near the bar. As Lissa probably knew, unless he was wearing some sort of platform, Lorne never appreciated dancing with shoes on.

It was evident that he'd been there for awhile, winding his way mindlessly through the mass of bodies that occupied the dance floor of Studio 59; His blonde mess of hair was damp and hanging in his face, a little glitter decorating the area around his eyes--when he blinked, the little pieces caught in the eyelashes made the whole room sparkle, a particularly delightful effect.

Feeling Lissa's eyes on him, Lornes own specs popped open, and a sexy smile immediately slid across his features. "Heeeey." He mouthed, realizing who he'd chosen to dance with.

[Lissa Faye]

Lissa returned Lorne's sexy grin with one of her own, then turned back around so that she could push her back against his stomach. She loved the feel of his bare skin against her exposed shoulders and lower back. Not like the tank top she was wearing was much of a barrier for the rest of her back, particularly now that it was soaked through with her sweat.
Lissa was, to say the least, a fan of partyboy Lorne. Their mutual physical attraction for each other led to Lissa cheating on her boyfriend, but she didn't hold it against Lorne. She knew that she and him probably didn't have a future together, but what happened in the present was more than enough to make up for that.
The song changed, and a slower beat filled the room. Lissa turned around and laced her arms around Lorne's midsection, pulling him close to her. She looked up at his face, her eyes flashing as she took him in. It had been a while since she had run into him, and she had almost forgotten how good-looking he was.

[Lorne Masterson.]

Some girls would be turned off by Lorne's affinity for nice clothing, occasional (never too often--that would be tacky) application of glitter and various eye make-up, and his inexplicable metrosexuality--not Lissa. Lorne had always felt that Lissa understood the sexual vibe that permeated the air Lorne was breathing, and had always retaliated in kind.

Now, dancing in the dark, the young man found himself staring down emphatically at the part of the shorter girl's hair, lacing his hands around her waist. His touch was light, playing over her hips, thumbs brushing lightly on the exposed skin of Lissa's stomach. As the song changed, Lorne's immediate reaction was to glance up at the lighting on the floor, watching how it changed color and rhythm to cater to the more intimate nature of the song. He was the sort who paid attention to and derived pleasure from silly details like that.

When he looked back down, he realized that Lissa was now facing him, drinking him in in a predatorial way that he recognized. Lorne laughed soundlessly; it was too loud! He had no way of knowing if she could decipher the words that followed: "I'm a little drunk... "

Although they were slightly too close for the young man to take in the entirety of his dance partner, green eyes swept over the girl in your classic once-over, a half-wicked, half-drunken smile playing across his features.

[Lissa Faye]

Lissa was thoughroughly enjoying the play of Lorne's hands over her stomach and back. She saw his lips move:
"I'm a little drunk... "
She could barely hear him over the music and the crowd, but years of partying and clubbing had given her the ability to understand certain words over loud beats...particularly phrases such as 'Can I buy you a drink?' 'I'm so drunk right now!' and 'Let's get out of here'.
Lissa could almost feel Lorne's eyes searching her body. They eventually wandered back to meet hers. Lissa subconsciously returned Lorne's devilish grin
"So what are you gonna do about it?"