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Deidre giggled, a drunken blush seemingly permanently etched on her face. "Ah never woulda pegged you for a dancin' man," she snickered, still swaggering now and then, grabbing his shoulder for support when she did. She took his hand in hers, pausing for a moment to think of something. It looked like it was proving to be a very difficult gesture. "I don't have to kiss your ring, do I?" she asked, with what seemed like honest sincerity, "Bein' the Hunter king and all?"

Deidre laughed. "Hell yeah!" she exclaimed, forcibly pulling him onto the dance floor. Even drunk, she could quickly tell that the people dancing had made up their own groups, not wanting to mingle with the other dancing styles. In front of the DJ there was something of a mosh bashing around, but the largest group was in the middle, spilling out sometimes to influence the other groups. It was composed of those who liked to grind against each other, and seeing as that had never gone out of style, other dancers were never afraid to join in. Several people were standing off to the side, couples from the looks of it, waiting for a slow dance. Something of a rave setting was set up closest to the two of them, with a greater distribution of glowsticks to people than any of the other groups. Off in the far corner, Deidre could see some people having a dance-off, and though she'd normally jump at the occasion, she was still lucid enough to know that she wasn't stable enough for anything fancy.

The song booming over the speakers was loud and angry, spurring the mosh pit on. It wasn't something Deidre would normally be dancing to, but there was always room for new experiences. "I'll dance anywhere you want to," Deidre giggled, making what she felt was a cute face at William. It was. "Just...no breakdancing, please. Not today."

Skiaska took the key Will ahd given her and unlocked the employee entrance. Sighing in relief as it clicked, she went inside, locked it, and went down into Haven. I'm SO glad, I gave them the employee entrance area instead of the main entrance... This was her thought as she heard a few trucks pull up to drop of furniture and junk.

((OK, this is as Hunter, the NPC owner of Hunter's and the bartender.))

"Hunter" Wilson whistled as he cleaned out a shotglass and poured a hefty dose of brandy in it. Walking over to the newest Hunter, he placed it down on the bar in front of him with a sad smile. "'Ello, mate. I'm 'Hunter' Wilson, a retired Hunter and owner of this here place. I can see what you're thinking, 'cause I've thought it a million times before. It's so hard, seeing these kids doing dangerous work like this when they should be in school, getting a job, starting a family. Makes ya' feel old, doesn't it?"

As Krii'Ouce walked through Hunter's on his way to the Park, he saw William dancing with a new Hunter. He saw Lydia at the bar, and decided on another root beer.

Krii'Ouse walked up to the bar. 'Hey, Hunter, can I get anothe rbottle of root beer?' he asked. The bottle slid into his hand, and he turned to Lydia, opening the bottle on the skin of hir gith arm, similar to a bartender may. Only Hunter hadn't... *Oh well. He knows I like to do that.* he thought. 'Hey, I'm going to the Park for a stroll. Yes, I'm in Hunting gear, but that's because, last time I went there, I got attacked by a Lycan. Granted these aren't Silver weapons... but oh well. They'll do for now. I don't think Marcus is doen with my daisho.' he said. 'Have a good evening!' Krii'Ouse stood and headed out of Hunter's

He was good, Deidre thought, giggling yet again. It was ever so slight, her giggles, but they came out with the liquor. It was a hand in hand deal - you didn't get one without the other. But he knew how to dance, and he wasn't just after rubbing his crotch all over her. That was such a turnoff...anyone who couldn't save antics like that for times actually reserved for it usually wasn't that great at it anyways. When you were dancing...it was a time for dancing.

There weren't nessecarily very bright lights, it was just that there was a lot of them, and like any good dance, the smell of human sweat hung on the air. Salty, but a part of any dance that they couldn't be without. Deidre felt William lean into her, taking her scent, and it was accompanied by another little giggle. She lifted up her arm, wrapping it around his neck as best she could, holding him there as they moved. Her other arm moved along his leg, brushing the actual fabric of his pants so he could feel it.

She could just turn around and start making out with him, but he didn't seem to be that sort of guy. Not from what she'd seen at least. She could test the waters at least, and there wasn't any need to think or plan that water-testing very hard - the alcohol took care of that. Deidre gave his butt a playful squeeze before lifting her hand up to join the other one, hanging from William's neck. She leaned her back against his chest, but nothing more, moving with the music. Now and then her hips would swivel and brush across his front, but the only constant contact happening occured to his chest.

"I just got fired... yep, fired. My boss went into a speech about how we had to 'downsize,' which is his way of saying he was giving his friend's brother's kid my position. I have worked at that company for a while now, pulled his a** through more then one fire, and this is how he repays me? He has no idea how to use a computer, for God's sake!"

Grabbing the drink, he took a swig. The dark liquid burned his throat, and he took too much at once. Well, that and he wasn't that much of a drinker. He began coughing roughtly. When he stopped thought, he didn't stop. He took another swig.