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The curvy woman surveyed the crowd of twenty-somethings from her place at the bar, silver eyes drifting over the undulating mass of bodies dancing to some song that was heavy on the base. She had come to this particular club for a few reasons the primary one was to have fun but she also was there to scope the place out for her blog, reviewing clubs, bars, and other ‘interesting’ places in the city, it didn’t make her much but it helped augment her freelance writing job. She was also hoping to find some company for the night. She had been working a bit to much lately, between her actual job and her night gig finding some time to just have fun had become a bit of a chore. Yeah she trolled bars and clubs just like this one to find suckers to drain but this was completely different. She wasn’t here for any ulterior motives… just looking to get a few free drinks and maybe a boytoy for the night.

‘Boytoy’ was right, the leggy pale haired woman mentally scoffed as she dismissed the majority of the crowd. If there was a male here who was over 23 and had 20 bucks to his name Shannon was the Queen of England. That's what she got for picking an nightclub that was a few blocks from the college campus. She had already gotten treated to a few cocktails but her cosmopolitan stood out in this crowd just as much as her white hair. From what she had observed most of the drinks that were being served were shots or beer. With a sigh Shannon leaned back against the bar and recrossed her legs, the snug, yet simple, black cocktail dress, riding up just slightly revealing toned and supple thighs. Her strappy black stiletto heels and a simple gold necklace finished up her ensemble. The muted outfit lost on this crowd of belly rings and crop tops. The caramel colored beauty studied her drink as she contemplated making it her last one.

She drained her drink and prepared to leave her prime perch at the. The night might have been a bit of a bust when it came to male company but that didn’t mean she couldn’t dance a little and gather some more data for her blog. As it was she would be categorizing the club as a 21+ college scene, if this place had a VIP lounge she would be surprised. Most college kids didn’t have two pennies to rub together let alone the money to throw away on the special spot that deep pockets gave you access too. Besides the building didn’t have that much space, the majority of it was taken up by the dance floor. The rest was filled with a few tables, the bar, and the bathrooms. There was probably a office hidden somewhere but it couldn’t be bigger than a broom closet, real estate was prime in this area so the owners would want to get as much out of the floorspace as possible. They made money from the cover charge, not by the drinks if their cost was any indication. At least Shannon didn’t see them as all that expensive, then again she did prefer the finer things in life… even if she couldn’t exactly afford them.

None of that mattered right then anyway, it wasn’t like she wanted to spend her time in a empty VIP space anyway. She was here to have fun and find a boytoy, although it looked like her prospects for the later were slim to non existent. Shannon slid off her stool, taking a moment to readjust the dress that had inevitably ridden up in the move, and started to glide towards the dance floor only to come to a brief stop as she spotted something or rather someone holding up the wall. He wasn’t dressed like the others, even though he was only a touch taller then some of the other males here he still stood out like an adult among children. The casual yet professional clothes practically screamed ‘out of place’ just like her. Maybe this night wasn’t such a bust.

Slipping through the crowd Shannon made her way towards the man, her silver gaze gading his outfit and looks even as she contemplated the best approach. She might like the attention of the male gender but she was also extremely picky, looks played a large roll in her decision to spend extended time with a man but it wasn’t the only thing she looked for. Lets see how well he dances first, she thought to herself as she glided through the last few people and approached the out of place male. “I don’t suppose you have to remain here to keep the wall standing. Do you?” She practically purred as she slid closer, “Why don’t you come dancing with me. Show me some of your moves and I’ll show you mine.”

Shannon smiled at his cheeky response, the smirk got wider at the rather bold caress of his fingers over her palm. It was a good move, a practiced move but a damn good one. Tonight really was shaping up. The woman chuckled softly at his ‘safe’ comment, if only he knew, and easily followed him through the press of bodies until they came to a clear spot in the crowd. As the music throbed through the floor and the dancers gyrated around them they were in a bubble where just the two of them existed, one that grew smaller as the handsome young man gently drew Shannon closer. It was a little hard to hear his question but she got the gist of it, he wanted to know her name.

Should she act coy? Bold? Flirty? Should she tease him with it? Give him a fake name? She had quite a few options she could take but she went with the was flirty and teasing all at the same time. “A lady never introduces herself first,” Shannon tossed him a smirk as she slipped from his grasp and twirled away just out of reach, her hair flaring out as the dark blue tips flashed in the strobing light. With a laugh that was calculated to be carefree, it was something she had practiced quite a bit, Shannon danced closer. The dress hugged her curves and accentuated every move she made, each step, each gesture, each hip shake was done deliberately, her silver gaze never leaving his. “But maybe for just tonight I can be persuaded to ignore the rules,” She breathed quietly in his ear as she danced behind him, her fingers drifting across his shoulders, “of etiquette.” Shall we dance hot stuff? She silently challenged.

Shannon practically purred as her dance partner drew her closer with gentle hands, the heat radiating through her dress and making her smile. Her opinion of the club was already getting better, it was still a college club but if more men like this one showed up it had potential to be more. “Bending the rules can be just as fun as ignoring them,” She tossed back drifting closer until there was barely any space between them. A nun would be having heart palpitations right then, probably screeching about ‘leaving space for the holy ghost’ or some crap. The view down her dress likely didn’t help any either. Personally Shannon didn’t care. She was having fun, dancing with a yummy piece of man candy, and possibly looking at a much more entertaining night then she was envisioning just a little bit ago while at the bar.

“Axton,” She contemplated the name and the man it came with before passing judgement, “A unique name for a unique man. Or atleast unique for this Gen Z crowd.” Silver eyes flicked over to the closest kids dancing around them, making her meaning fairly obvious, before her gaze focused back on Axton. He was worth a little bit of her time, maybe more. So when the music shifted, likely to the next song not that she could really distinguish between the two beats, Shannon moved as well. In one a rather slick move she went from facing Axton to facing away from him. From her front just brushing against him to her back. A flick of her wrist bared a caramel shoulder, and gathered her hair so it cascaded down the front of her opposite shoulder, the blue tips drawing one’s attention to the swell of her breasts and lower. She knew how she likely seemed in the male’s eye… like a ‘frisky’ woman… honestly she didn’t really care as long as she had fun and enjoyed herself. None of it really mattered, not really.

On a particularly rhythmic part of the song Shannon arched back like the dancer she was and snagged Axton’s neck to tug him just a hair closer. Leaning back against him, her a** damn near in his lap, she turned her head and murmured, “The name’s Shannon by the way.”

Shannon purred in approval as his nails lightly dragged over body, he definitely knew how to use his hands. Unlike some of the plebeian children around them. However it did make her mentally pause and wonder just how old the male behind her was. She didn’t mind breaking some rules and even bending others but when it came to things such as ‘jailbait’ she never crossed that line. Her dance partner didn’t dress underaged, he didn’t act it and he was technically in a club that required ID so unless he was sporting a fake one he was at least twenty one. How to ask without asking? Even as her mind tried to figure out that little puzzle her partner practically handed her the answer on a silver platter.

“Nope,” She snickered and snuggled back against him, “I graduated from a rather well known school from upstate.” She kept it veuge and flirty, a little hip swish tossed in to help distract from the lack of information. She actually did have a college degree but it was a rinky dink community college one from her backwater hometown. Not the kind of thing she liked to share. “You? I can’t imagine such a fine…” Once again she looked back at him, her silver eyes taking on a rather suggestive sparkle, “student such as yourself wouldn’t have any problems graduating at the top of your class.” So her words could be misconstrued, something she did deliberately, but it also did its job. Was this hot piece of a** jailbait or not?

Shannon let out a soft purr at the brush of his fingers and also the knowledge that he was most definitely not jailbait. Good because she was getting a bit tired of the crowd around them. The music wasn’t bad but it wasn't really her preference and of course her dance partner was quite pleasant. Honestly, just based on his dance skills she was interested in seeing where else his skills lay and she had a feeling he was getting rather tired of the club as well as he tipped her face up towards his. A whisper of a kiss passed her cheek told a different story then his question regarding drinks. If he wanted another beer then she really was the Queen of England.

Now it was up to her what she wanted to do. Shannon didn’t particularly want another overpriced drink but it was tempting to see Axton pay for it, how a male pays for a drink really told a lot about them as far as the writer was concerned. However since he really wasn’t going to be sticking around like some of her other friends she wasn’t too concerned in that department. “How about some coffee instead?” She proposed even as she swished her backside against his hips, short of straight up asking if he wanted to get out of there for some place more private, it was rather clear what she meant. If he wanted coffee though, she might be able to be convinced to oblige… after they had taken a break. Maybe, if they weren’t too tired after words.

“I don’t think this place serves coffee. Do you know of a good place?” This night really didn’t turn out half bad at all and it looked like it was going to be getting a hell of a lot better too.

With a husky laugh Shannon answered, “Home brew, most definitely.” This was going to be fun if his kisses were any indication. She didn’t resist when he twirled her out then back in before pulling them off the dancefloor towards the back door and the parking lot beyond. Soon enough hot stuff… soon enough.