Words she lived by each and every time the nightlife called. And this night was no different. Going out tonight hadn’t even been a thought, seeing as she was currently absorbed in a game her friends back home had gotten her hooked on, against her better judgment. But that was the life of a gamer. Who was she to complain? [Eye roll inserted] With not having to go into work for a few days, Zyra indulged herself in this new adventure. She even streamed her playthrough once or twice. The days she wasn’t even sure about, seeing as the thrill and excitement of it had taken over. And she was utterly obsessed with her created character. If she hadn’t picked up her phone, she would have probably been farming materials for the armor set she was fixated on crafting. But upon her device chiming in a text, she opened it and eagerly agreed. It wasn’t too often her work bestie invited her out. It was usually the other way around.
And now. Here she was. In a club. Dancing like no one was watching. Of the group of girls she was with, a few she knew, but others were brand-new faces who acclimated to her magical energy. A round of drinks began the night before they all shifted to the dance floor. It was packed, but that didn’t stop them. Hips swayed, and arms rose and fell with smooth movements. The music was loud, and the room was just intoxicating. Voices reached peaks as favorite verses filled the room, and all chimed in. The atmosphere was electric, and Zyra enjoyed every bit of it. Her unique glass-stained hair clip, shaped into a hibiscus flower, caught the club's light in her movements, which added to her enchanting allure.
Light wavy tresses move to her movements. Pink they may have been, but she never cared for the thoughts of others when it came to what she felt looked good. Such a color was bold. Her dress, form fitting but a tad bit looser on the end. To give a slight twirl effect. Just enough to allow the imagination to run but not enough to show the world the treasure underneath. It was light and smooth on her skin, similar to how she felt. Zyra’s makeup was light, though it highlighted her features in that delightful way she loved to display.
Some had drifted back to the table, while others had gone to the bar. Her work bestie would pull on her arm and speak into her ear before moving through the crowd, leaving Zyra to herself. She had no problem; she felt like she was in her element. It was no blerd convention like back in the States. But the energy had the same feel, and she was hooked. She’d almost compare it to her favorite home-cooked Caribbean dish. A smile was permanently planted on her lips as she continued to sway and move, dancing along with those around her. Whomever this DJ was, they were on fiyyaaaa!
As long as the music flowed, her body moved. Zyra couldn’t get enough and showed no signs of stopping. Lips remained curled into a smile, full of delight and life. Hips sway and dip when the moment calls for it. The loud beat and melody reverberated in her chest, which she couldn’t get enough of. This place was definitely on the ‘need to return’ list. Still feeling her drink's effects, she continued moving her body within the crowd, allowing the melody to drive her. Lips part when a newly popular song fills the air. The place echoes with the singing crowd, and it only drives her on more. The vibe was magnetic. Who wouldn’t be pulled in? A madman, that’s who!
“She said take your time, whats the rush~”
She sang with her heart and continued to dance with the same energy. The bottom of her dress moved as she did. The soft material glides across her exposed skin, creating a temporary breeze in the heated environment. The tempo was slow but then picked up. The song shifted, and the beat dropped to another banger. Her smile grew as she swung her head to the beat. Bodies moved in, and before she knew it, she danced with everyone around her. No one cared, as smiles and laughter were purely infectious in the moment. The lyrics poured from her mouth consistently as the song transitions intermingled so well.
“5 more hours, we just getting’ started!”
They may be lyrics, though; it was how she felt at the moment. However, the timing was probably off a bit. But given her enthusiasm and current mood, she’d be suitable for another five hours. Zyra could dance all night if you’d let her. And she had that mindset. More than likely, she’d be hauled off the floor by her friends soon. But in the meantime, she kept on.
“This right here is my type of party!”
The tempo slows, but that doesn’t stop most of the crowd. Neither does Zyra, as she keeps with the beat. Body swaying, her light pink short strands flowing suit. She gives off an unbothered and spellbound aura as she feels the lyrics that engulf the room. Her lips move, though her voice is drowned out. But still, she sings and feels every word.
“If I fall, I think I’ll fly”
Bodies get close and sway to the beat together. Rhythms match to heighten the heated magnetism. Shared energies circulate and become one and all. Her smile seems to never waver. Even as numerous dance partners come and go, still she remains on the dancefloor with wild and untapped vitality. Drunk off her own spirit, she continues. But the moment a new participant emerges, tingles spread. Zyra’s first thought would be that her body was telling her to ease up and take a break. But she still moved, but towards and with this unknown stranger. Scents mingled in this place, although none weren’t unbearable. This new scent, his scent, was one that smelt incredible. Seemingly drawn, she leaned into him and felt even more. Hands would rest on her hips, directing her dance in a firm but gentle way. “This feels…” Allowing this had her rethinking numerous things. Conversations on the dance floor were kept short and not too open for anything more than just dancing. But this, felt different. Especially with the way her body was reacting. Mmm, lip biting.
Not her usual motive, but she couldn’t deny the sensation. So, as her head tipped to the side, she raised her chin to peer over her shoulder. Catching noticeable features as her lips part in greeting. “Do you come here often?” The moment It left her mouth, that silly intoxicated haze she had been in lifted a bit and had her laughing as embarrassment rose. “Oh my gawd, please forget I said that.” Slowing, she turned in his arms to face her amazing-smelling stranger. “I’m Zyra”
The moment her body began to react to the unknown stranger, curiosity reared its head. All night, she hadn’t been once prodded to look upon a dance partner who took post behind her. But now, she wanted to know. To lay eyes on this amazing-smelling individual. The scent that seemed to engulf and have her transfixed was shockingly thrilling. It was a mix of leather and spice. Ginger maybe? She wasn’t sure, but the combo did something to her like never before. And the moment she found herself gravitating closer, bodies pressed together, it encased her. Gripping with the intention not to let go. And in the moment, the pink-haired fae was obliged to obey.
With the lift of her chin and turn of her head, her gaze would fall on her new stranger. Tall with broad shoulders. Wide bodied, hard chest but a gentle touch. And his face; a handsome sight. Even more so, his gaze had immediately caught hers when she peered at him, letting her know he was staring at her this whole time. His captivating smile is met with one of her own as she continues to sway in his arms. The moment was mesmerizing, like a spell cast. Though the moment her lips parted to greet her handsome partner, words that escaped would break the magic and have her stumbling with a quick apology. How old was she!? Mortification indeed.
Movements are slow and then cease, though his hands remain on her hips as he gives a hearty chuckle. Though the club was dimly lit, her cheeks took on a pinkish hue, indicating her embarrassment. But reassurance is given as she peers back into his gorgeous face. Biting her lip, she eyes him curiously. “You're going to make fun of me later, aren’t you?” she broached. His grin remained. “It’s a possibility.” The look of defeat spread across her face, and he chuckled again. And how could he not? She was a breath of fresh air and beautiful. Not to mention wonderful to dance with and touch. She felt great in his hands and pressed against him, which was why he hadn’t removed his hands. He wondered how long they’d remain before she noticed. Until then, he’d indulged in this.
His laugh warmed her chest despite her embarrassment. She had the right mind to depart the dance floor but found herself rooted in her spot, for once unaware of what to do. For most of the night, she had been lost in her own world. But now aware, she could see and hear the sounds of the club around her. Perhaps it was time to get back to her friends. But the thought was silenced as one of the hands from her hip took a gentle hold of her chin; his thick fingers raised her gaze so they’d meet. “Please don’t run off. I’d like to continue dancing with you…if you’ll let me.” His tone, mixed with his stare, had her frozen. Her heart pounded. Not in fear, but something akin to attraction.
But oddly enough, she agreed. She gave a slow nod before he removed his fingers and spun her around. Hands taking their rightful place back on her hips, he began to move with her again. And that feeling returned. The song playing took over, and once again, Zyra found herself back in her own world, but with this stranger. “I’m Ryōta…” Words whispered in her ear caused a satisfying chill to run over her. His name was repeated on her lips, and he found himself biting his own lip. “My name on your lips. I like it.” As one hand held her hip as they moved, his other began to travel. Of course, he had asked, though in that whispered tone, who could deny? And as the two still spoke and danced to their own beat, another set of eyes rested on them in their own world. Those eyes watched intently from a table that had the best-unobscured view. Toned and muscled, confined in a tight black tee. Leaned back in his cushioned section as he watched his best friend dance with the girl they both eyed the moment she graced the dance floor. And from what he witnessed between the two, the choice was made. And hopefully, she would be the one. “San nin…”
The spell that seemed to hold firm over her, hadn’t lessened, even as the sway ceased and his secure hold held place. A whisper to her ear once more, which she had grown to crave all night, lingered. He asked about taking a break, a drink, and showing her something. It all sounded astonishing, and now, she had no desire to separate. A nod, which followed a simple yes would have her being led by him over to where tables resided. She knew, given that her own table had been on the opposite side of the club, which lined the walls. But on this side, resided the VIP’s. In the moment, that fact wouldn’t fully click until she could hear him talking with another. She had temporarily been standing behind him, looking around before his hand on her shoulder brought her forward. An introduction flowed as her eyes locked with another striking set.
If she had the opportunity to describe this moment again, she’d start with how time felt nonexistent, given how she stared at the man before her. He had a relaxed posture, though his frame was large too. His black tee appeared painted on, which highlighted his physique. Something akin to a God’s stature, but she’d keep that description to herself. His eyes, that stern and intimidating stare. She couldn’t look away. Ryota watched before smirking and leaning down to whisper into her ear. “Has my friend left you speechless?” This stirs Zyra from her trance and causes her to blush before quickly apologizing and finally greeting this new, just as equally handsome stranger. Oh, her heart was going to burst. “I-Im Zyra, nice to meet you!”
“It’s fine. Just sit. You must be tired from dancing so long.” His tone held a bite of demand but not enough to enforce reprisal. Also, before she could question it right then and there, Ryota agreed and ushered her to the couch beside the other male. Silence ensued, which only made Ryota sigh. “This would have been the time for you to give her your name.” His words were directed at his friend. He’d then turn his gaze to Zyra and apologize. “Sorry. His name is Nobutoshi. He’s not much of a chatterbox.” Nobu’s eyes shifted from Zyra, to Ryota, which held a glare that could freeze the surrounding area. But the way Ryota acted, it seemed to not faze him. A growl-like response would reverberate from Nobu, stating that Ryota held that title. And he was content with that. Ryota would roll his eyes, a grin still on his lips, before attention returned to Zyra, who was observing the interesting interaction. “Thirsty? I can get you a drink if you want. Water, perhaps?”
Seated between the two, she could only imagine the overall appearance. Two large-bodied men were on either side of her. Dwarfing her. She felt small, even though she wasn’t on the short side. Eyes would soon shift to Ryota at the mention of a drink, and she’d agree to water, as her body, now beginning to rest, desperately needed refreshment. Shortly, a cold glass would be placed in her hands, which felt amazing in her hold. It felt even better as it was placed to her lips and consumed. The guys watched, drinking in her company while she was oblivious. Truly taken.
Conversation flowed as the trio got to know one another. Well, it was mostly Ryota beginning the engagement while Zyra answered and vice-versa. Nobu would chime in with short answers or mere growls or grunts. Zyra was convinced that he fell in the strong/silent category. And Ryota was indeed a charismatic charmer. A ladies man possibly, but he never once came off as a creep. And time seemed nonexistent once more. The world around her fell silent as she conversed with these two.
Once relaxed, drinks would be distributed, and more laughter ensued at their table. Even the silent Nobu managed a grin and a chuckle. Zyra had a shocked expression the moment it happened. Pointing it out and laughing hysterically with Ryota. If the club had been a bit lighter around their section, a reddish hue would have been noticed on Nobu’s face. It would go unnoticed as he composed himself. The laughter would die down and Ryota would excuse himself with a mention of returning. Watching him go, Zyra would pull her phone and type a text in her hazy state. Some time ago her friend who had invited her out had found her at the table, relief and concern etched on her tipsy face. She had been on the hunt for Zyra, seeing as she hadn’t seen nor heard from her in quite some time after she had left her on the dance floor. But much convincing had allowed her friend to feel comfortable in leaving her alone with Ryota and Nobu. Well, it was mostly Ryota easing the situation. Promises of phoning when she left the club and made it home safely. Zyra gave her friend a salute and a pure, reassured smile. As well as a hug. The group was calling it a night. Zyra decided to stay a bit longer, with Ryota and Nobu.
After texting her friend that she was still ok, she felt her fingers fly across the keys. More would be said as she began to talk about the guys to her work bestie. Nobu would peer over and read a few lines. Not feeling an ounce of remorse. What she said about them, the way she described them, made fortitude grow. And need blossom. Sure, spirits were a driving force, but he wasn’t completely taken over by it. What he was about to do would be purely his decision. Once it seemed like she was done, with ease, he’d lift her and sit her on his lap. Shock spun her as she began to fix her lips to berate him. But his hand on her chin had her words halting. Raising her chin, she met his gaze as his words echoed in her ear. “You honestly feel that way about us?” His tone is still demanding but held more. It delightfully chilled her. It had her body squirming, which elicited a growl from him.
Phone on the couch, she sat astraddle him. Hands on his broad chest while gazes held. Need rose as he spoke to her, the alcohol urging her on to give in to desires that were rising. Part of her felt weird. Was it fine to be attracted to both guys? To be this way with both? Nah, this had to be the work of the alcohol. He could see the hesitation in her eyes, which made him tighten his grip. The world around them was irrelevant. And he cared not of the display being shown. Quite frankly, no one would be none the wiser, as the club was still going strong.
Again, he would ask, and she would finally find her voice. “I-I do, but…” He repeated her last word, which had her clutching his shirt in her hands as he gently placed a kiss upon her neck. Gawds. It felt amazing. “I like you both, but I’d have to pick one…” she managed to get out as he licked the same spot he kissed before giving her a playful bite. She bit back a moan, which had him grinning. At that moment, Ryota would take a seat right next to them and trace a finger along her cheek. He had overheard their exchange and decided to chime in with, “You don’t have to choose.” Taking hold of one of her hands, Ryota would bring it to his lips and kiss it. His gentlemanly ways swayed her to meet his gaze. “You can have us both”
