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A prime target? His? She was grateful for the blessed darkness as a blush rose in her cheek and his hand came down like a weight on her hip, so warm it all but burned through her clothes to heat the skin underneath. Then, it somewhat struck her that she'd snuck out of her window at midnight, to meet a boy who had decidedly made a move on her, so that they could sneak into a club decidedly underage. The latent streak of Midwestern morality warred with sheer delight and the teen could have clapped her hands and squealed at the fact that she was finally living up to the teenage stereotype! If life had an achievement system, she would have probably gotten a decent chunk of points, right there and then.

The noise and crush of people made her suddenly very glad for that arm however, and she curled almost defensively closer to the larger man unwittingly showing her innocence again. "This is my first time, you seem to be acquiring a whole lot of those lately. I'm always a fan of education though." Though raised her voice was lightly thready, nerves suddenly rushing through her body at all the people. It wasn't hard to notice what some of them were doing in corners, and lord only knew what was going on elsewhere. What the hell was she doing here? Oh yeah, living dangerously. In that moment, Audrey was convinced that facing down Beryl one on one might be a little less intimidating. At least there, she knew what to expect!

"And that goes two ways, mister. If I have to go home with you, you're not picking up any other girls. Tonight, you're mine, got it?" If not, she would lay him flat right there and then and head for home. She didn't screw around idly!

A wry smile tipped Audrey's mouth up at the corner and she slid an arm around Elzo in return as they moved through the crowd so that they wouldn't be separated. "No, don't worry. I think you're more than I can handle anyway, don't you think Elzo?" There it was again, that flirty tone and that shy little look from under her eyelashes. They were totally at odds with each other and she had no idea that it was seductive as hell. If anyone had told the girl that, she would have denied it horribly and blushed for hours. Audrey just wasn't sexy! Not even a little bit, and don't you dare think of ever telling her otherwise!

Running down the rules, her innocent mind reached back to a discussion in health class about date rape drugs and a small amount of horror reached through to cause a mild amount of panic. But it would be okay, she simply wouldn't drink anything unless she absolutely had to, and then she'd be careful. Elzo wouldn't let anything happen to her, and she was absolutely confident about this. At least, not if he wanted to live. It wouldn't take long for Linarite to surface, and make any would-be assaulter back off as fast as he could move. But that was neither here nor there, and she simply nodded and tugged at her date's hip before heading for the stairs.

"Come on, you promised me dancing. I want to learn!" If she'd known exactly what it was he was about to teach her, she probably would have gone back up the stairs, and run as fast as she could in the opposite direction. Thankfully for Elzo, she was so absolutely ignorant. Lucky, lucky boy.

Fear leapt into her throat and probably straight through her eyes as strong arms pinned her tiny body against the bass-throbbing wall of the club. Previously, she had discounted the rumors that she'd heard as nothing more than idle bullshit, something that jealous girls or misinformed girls had made up. Audrey knew the power of cruel rumors and how untrue they could be. But the look on Elzo's face in that moment seemed to only confirm every single one of them, making the teen think that there were maybe even a few things that he'd done that were too unspeakable for rumor.

Before she could do more than stare at him with her mouth slightly open in shock, he was dragging her through the crush of people to hold her shoulders from behind as it finally dawned on the naive girl exactly what she was here to learn. In that moment, the world could have turned on its side and poor Audrey wouldn't have moved from absolute shock at the way the bodies on the dance floor writhed and melded in time to the beat. It was almost as if they were feeling, rather than hearing, not caring at all what was happening around or between them as long as they could feel the warmth of skin against skin. It was sinful, and incredibly sexy. Killing a man flat-out was not something that bothered her. Audrey'd killed quite a few men by now. But killing one with her body, with her looks, with the pure fact that she was female? That was a new, and terrifying.

Large doe eyes turned up to Elzo and her hands fisted at her sides, released, and she swallowed deeply twice before a voice was found to speak. "Teach me. I want to learn all of it." It was a dangerous statement, and her eyes spoke volumes more that she couldn't, while her ears flamed shy red to sit at odds with the new paleness of her face. She might not have been ready for it all yet, but god damn it, it wouldn't be from lack of trying!

God oh god oh god. It was the initial reaction of the fact that this was firstly not at all what she'd expected. In the movies there was a circle where people did incredible feats of hip hop and other pop-related things. Rap videos were girls with other girls doing things that Audrey didn't consider as actual movement so much as obvious sex. Apparently, that was the entire point of this sort of 'dancing'. Someone was definitely going to die tonight, but she wasn't entirely sure which of them it was going to be, nor what sort of death would occur. Slowly, Elzo was killing her innocence, chipping off parts of that shy veneer that had constructed itself in the wake of Khaldun Cilentani. But no boy could kill her sense of adventure, or her need to prove herself. As what, she couldn't say.

Pounding in counterpoint to the bass of the song blaring through the club was her heart, showing at her neck and her lips were parted as shivery breaths were drawn in and out. Her body resisted the movement of Elzo's hands at first, teeth catching her lip from inside until slowly, so slowly, she loosened up and gave in. Fingers clutched at his shirt and her body pressed lightly against his as her hips moved in the motions he was directing. Knees bent and her hips swirled a bit more wildly as the tempo picked up just a bit and her hands slid up to his shoulders. There was no thought involved here, no count. Just moving in time with your partner and responding to their movement.

Her lids remained down, for how long she couldn't say. One song melded into two, and on the third Audrey's thick lashes came up to reveal warm gold eyes underneath. With an aching slowness they raised up to look into Elzo's and without words she asked him 'do you like this'. Though her body didn't stop and moved fluidly against his, she was ready to move out of there at any second. It wouldn't be hard to slip through to the door, and into the night. He'd never find her there, and they could go back to being simple friends, never mentioning again. But if not....well. Time would tell.

He had been right, when he said it got too hot in the club. Maybe it was the press of all those bodies, or a specific one that she was pressing up against, but Audrey could feel the head spreading up her back, following his hands. The flush of it was creeping up her neck. As Elzo pulled her just a bit closer, she could feel undeniable evidence of exactly how well she was picking up this particular dance form pressing into her stomach while her body sinuously moved and twined to the beat. Her own hands were softly running over his arms and back up again, nerves belied only by the fingers that sometimes curled over his shoulders and into his shirt. She lost rhythm entirely, however, when lips touched her skin and set off a chain reaction. All movement stilled except for where she pressed against him just a bit more, a soft little gasp where her breathing hitched. Apparently he didn't want to be just friends after all, and the teen's mind whirled with the implications of exactly what she'd gotten herself into. Then, it asked her if she cared.

But before Audrey could respond to this any other way, she was grabbed by the arm and wrenched from her partner's grip, being pulled away and deeper into the crowd. Through the pulsing lights she could see a fairly well-built man, looking tanned with hair that was spiked up in front of his forehead. Your typical club baller, picking up the cuties and rolling them across his 'hot bod'. Protesting, she tried to get away but was shoved in against him by the gyrations of the mob where she could smell the reek of alcohol all over him. "Let me go, jackass!" But the man only grinned and sleekly passed her to another man so that she was trapped between them with no way out.

"Elzo!" Real fear rose, what was she supposed to do? She could scream that she was underage, but then they'd be out of there super fast and she might actually be arrested. That was not optimal. She could probably drop them both with what Andrew had taught her, but that would also not work too well. Though hands were roving, it was nothing overly intolerable and her tight pants and tucked shirt kept them from her skin. Maybe if she just gave in, they would leave her alone? Not likely. "Elzo!!" Oh God, please say he was looking for her. A hand reached back and freed her hair, letting the bright sapphire spill out. It was so easy to find, even in a dim room, it was her personal beacon. For once, Audrey Collins was grateful for her hair.

They'd liked her hair, everyone loved her hair. So when that angry bellow and fist had come flying in, one beefy, disgusting hand had been tangled into the long curls. There was a fierce yank and not in her favorite way as the man reeled back and fell straight on his a**. Everything was a bit of a blur through the pain, but reaching back, she wasn't missing any hair and that was a very good thing. If she had been, the guy would have been kicked in the teeth while on the floor. Instead, Audrey simply wrapped arms around Elzo and hung on rather tightly, playing up the damsel in distress to the hilt while the crowd immediately around them backed away and two large men in all black strode up.

Fingers tugged on his shirt, grabbing the attention of deep blue eyes down in her direction. "We should maybe just go, I don't want to cause too much trouble. I shouldn't really be here." She'd had to stand on tiptoe, talking into his ear so that they could be heard over the throbbing beat. However, she was very careful to smile up and offer up a suggestion. "That way, we can come back." She definitely wanted to explore this more, especially in the vein of what had happened a moment before those a*****e frat boys had pulled her away. That was a moment lost forever, and she wasn't entirely sure how to get it back. Also, Elzo had called her 'my girl'. It meant something, right? It had to! Damn those bastards to hell for ruining what was turning into a very, very good night. Mentally, Linarite made a note that she was going to find a similar man as soon as possible, and deliver his seed into her faction's keeping.

It was becoming almost comical, and fast. Shoving her arms into the jacket, Audrey couldn't help but smile at what she knew was an absolutely ridiculous and almost child-like effect. Elzo was nearly six feet tall, if not actually that large, and she was a fairy-like bare few inches about five feet herself. It smelled good though, like boy and outdoors, so the bluenette tucked it around herself and jogged in light distress after her partner.

Catching up to him, she tugged on his arm and slipped under it lightly for a quick and grateful hug. "Hey, totally my fault! You told me to pay attention and I wasn't, no harm done. It was pretty great, watching him go down on his a**. Minus the hair pulling." Slim fingers peeked out of the coat's sleeve to pat where there was still a dull ache in the back of her head. It had also given her two delightful instances of 'my girl', which warmed her up an almost disgusting amount more than any jacket ever could and she blushed lightly under the streetlight's glow. Certainly she wasn't meeting his eyes and fingers trailed lightly over the seat of the motorcycle that had so fascinated her.

Erotic had been the right word, though it was perhaps probably not the best. It was almost all that Audrey could do to prevent from biting at her hair or snarling it hopelessly with her own fingers in nervousness. She'd been all over him and he'd been all over her in return, and honestly, the girl wasn't dumb. He'd been turned on. Did that mean they could never come back? Deep inside, she hoped not. It was stimulating in a way that she'd only felt one other place and this was a much easier way to achieve that hormonal response.

"Less? Well, I guess Vegas is out then." Her voice was light, standing still in the circle of Elzo's arm that Audrey had placed herself into. "But maybe another day, I guess tonight's been exciting enough for both of us." Well, it could have been a little more exciting and oh god what the hell were you thinking about, Audrey Joanna Collins? Friend friend friend. Crush or no crush, she had no idea what the hell his game was. Maybe he did that to all girls he brought to the club. Her mind shot back again with the memory of 'my girl', and a light and dreamy sigh escaped the bluenette.

"I don't want to go home though, so if you have somewhere else in mind, I'm all yours to do with what you will." Boy was that dangerous! But he'd said less, so the odds that more would happen were slim at best. Or so she thought.