Post by Roxanne Jacqueline Versailles on Apr 19, 2009 2:38:47 GMT -5
Hunger. Roxanne finally put a name to what was causing the agitated state she was in. Of course, she could have probably named it earlier if she wasn't trying to ignore the fact that she had, for a moment, wanted to share in the 'food' Riley had brought back to the apartment. Late night snack. Haha. Very funny, Ri. Roxanne ran long fingers through her brunette waves, trying to shake the feeling. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her back and lifted her back. She could handle the hunger. Definitely. Her eyes flickered over to a trio of leather-clad boys. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. Okay. Maybe.
Turning away from the trio, she strode a few more yards down the street and came to a pause infront of 'Curse,' a club that had been around for a few years. Roxanne stepped back as a couple strolled past her towards the door and leaned into the wall and the shadows, grimacing at the sound of the blood in their veins. Both were excited, which made the sound quicker and louder. She moaned deep in her throat. Alright. It was inevitable. Tonight, she would feed. And knowing that lessened the urge to rip out the bouncer's throat. Before she succumbed to the knawing need to feed and the guilt that came with it, however, she was determined to have a bit of fun.
Sliding her hands down her shirt, she glanced at her outfit. Tight, hip-hugging jeans and a flame-red halter that showed a slice of her pale stomach. Not exactly 'clubwear' but hey, beggars can't be choosers. Plus, she was wearing red strappy heels. She stepped out of the shadows and smiled at Lucas, the bouncer. Her gave her an appreciative once-over and let her inside. As she passed through the inner door, the music swelled around her and pulsed through her. Her smile widened and she moved into the group of dancing bodies. She didn't breathe, and when she did it was shallow. Her hips swung easily and her arms lifted above her head as she enjoyed the songs.
She stopped for a moment and glanced around, finding a handsome man among the others who seemed more or less alone. She waded over to him and asked if she could dance with him, all sweet and innocent. When he said yes, she pressed close and whispered in his ear her name and asked his. For a few minutes they pressed against each other. His name was John and she was more than happy to give him a few moments of happiness before his untimely death.
For a few moments, Roxanne tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that curled in her stomach and pushed against her skull. Finally, when the feeling became almost painful, she stopped dancing and turned - coming face to face with the young man from the other night. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "If it isn't Pretty Boy." Her lips curled into a small smile, as if enjoying a private joke. "Long time no see. Care for a dance?"
Turning away from the trio, she strode a few more yards down the street and came to a pause infront of 'Curse,' a club that had been around for a few years. Roxanne stepped back as a couple strolled past her towards the door and leaned into the wall and the shadows, grimacing at the sound of the blood in their veins. Both were excited, which made the sound quicker and louder. She moaned deep in her throat. Alright. It was inevitable. Tonight, she would feed. And knowing that lessened the urge to rip out the bouncer's throat. Before she succumbed to the knawing need to feed and the guilt that came with it, however, she was determined to have a bit of fun.
Sliding her hands down her shirt, she glanced at her outfit. Tight, hip-hugging jeans and a flame-red halter that showed a slice of her pale stomach. Not exactly 'clubwear' but hey, beggars can't be choosers. Plus, she was wearing red strappy heels. She stepped out of the shadows and smiled at Lucas, the bouncer. Her gave her an appreciative once-over and let her inside. As she passed through the inner door, the music swelled around her and pulsed through her. Her smile widened and she moved into the group of dancing bodies. She didn't breathe, and when she did it was shallow. Her hips swung easily and her arms lifted above her head as she enjoyed the songs.
She stopped for a moment and glanced around, finding a handsome man among the others who seemed more or less alone. She waded over to him and asked if she could dance with him, all sweet and innocent. When he said yes, she pressed close and whispered in his ear her name and asked his. For a few minutes they pressed against each other. His name was John and she was more than happy to give him a few moments of happiness before his untimely death.
For a few moments, Roxanne tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that curled in her stomach and pushed against her skull. Finally, when the feeling became almost painful, she stopped dancing and turned - coming face to face with the young man from the other night. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "If it isn't Pretty Boy." Her lips curled into a small smile, as if enjoying a private joke. "Long time no see. Care for a dance?"
