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In the darkest hours of the night, music thumped and flowed on the still air. For West Ikebukero, sleep was nearly a foreign concept as bright neon lights lit up the city streets and nightclubs, gentlemen's clubs, and other places of varying levels of seediness remained alive and bustling. Curled up on the lid of a dumpster in the ally of one such nightclub, a firey orange tom slept lightly, listening to the music seeping out of the building and contentedly feeling the vibrations from the deep base as it hummed and bumped with the beat. Noisy as it was, the two in combination made for a great way to fall asleep. Although he enjoyed the atmosphere on his own, Dhiren wouldn't ever dare venture inside; he didn't feel like dealing with the massive amounts of humans packed together.

The tom also didn't much care for company at all. Constantly being judged and having to wonder if you were being accepted was far too much work for him. He didn't care what others thought of him, and he wasn't about to start; at least, that's how he saw it. Beside him, his tail tip flickered and curled up, moving with the rhythm of the music from inside, and every now and then, one of his ears would twitch. All in all, it looked as if it were going to be a pretty good night.

As his sleep was light, Dhiren was still fairly aware of his surroundings, and the subtle thumping sound of light paws landing on the lid he was resting upon, coupled with the gentle vibration that traveled beneath him, disrupting that of the base music, was not missed. Amber-colored eyes opened suspiciously, and he slowly raised his head. First he swiveled his ears about, listening quietly, then he finally turned his head to investigate with his eyes. At first, seeing a cat that so resembled himself, the sleepy somali was confused, but then he realized her scent was different, and very obviously female.

Already he was unnerved by her company, the way her eyes studied him as he stared back at her in turn. The music seemed suddenly dimmer than before and he felt his nerves begin to tremor, upsetting the soothing vibrations of before even more. "...What do you want?" He growled after getting tired of the staring game. Perhaps if it was nothing, he could be on his way to a new, solitary area.

Dhiren's ears perked forward, and he followed her as she jumped from the trash can to the ground again. His eyes narrowed, what was she going on about? Pulling himself into a seated position, he watched her dance around and babble with an inward sigh. "Why should I care how my tone is received?" He grumbled to her, "I do not know you, so what does it matter?" Amber eyes locked onto the glinting silver container that she seemed to pull out of thin air, and he yawned in spite of himself. Even though he wanted to believe that he didn't care one way or another, curiosity was a curse he couldn't seem to rid himself of. "...What's that?" He wondered in a slightly awkward tone, even though his face was still scowling.

Crouching at the edge of the dumpster lid, Dhiren's fluffy orange tail whipped back and forth behind him as he watched her dance away. Vaguely, he was aware of the music inside the building changing to a louder, faster paced rhythm, and he felt his legs twinge with the urge to jump down and take the female's challenge. Putting a hand to his face, the tom had to wonder what was wrong with himself tonight. She didn't smell like she was in heat, but something he couldn't quite place was making her company unusually desirable.

Hopping off the lid of the dumpster, he landed with a soft 'tmp' and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his loose-legged jeans. With his head ducked a little, amber eyes lifted to the girl again and a very small smirk tugged at his lips. Perhaps he could play along for a little while. It had been so long since he'd shared his time with anyone, and for good reason. "You're lips are coy, female, but if you insist on challenging the curiosity that naturally plagues one such as I, then I guess I have no other option." He murred in a low, rumbling tone, then put a hand to his head again and snorted, "Ah, but I don't seem to have any manners tonight, right? If you care to remember, I'm known as Dhiren. Although 'female' is just fine for me, what are you called formally?" The somali tom's long, bushy tail swayed behind him as he studied the female; what was he getting himself into exactly? He could feel his cold resolve slipping with every bump of the music and sway of her hips.

Dhiren let an ear flop to the side at the name jab and swept the hair from his face with one hand. "To make a comment like that after calling me out," He snorted, Amber eyes following her every move, "a bit of a hypocrite, aren't we?" Inwardly, he wondered what his name had to do with his personality, but assumed she would have a silly answer that didn't make any sense. "Anyway, Alice is quite a... simple name for someone the likes of you," He said with an amused smirk, "Makes no difference to me, though."

With one hand in the pocket of his slacks and the other resting at his side, the Somali tom wandered over to her slowly, his bushy tail swaying behind him in a low arch and his amber eyes locked on her. The silver flask she had produced earlier didn't seem to interest him any more as the music's intensity thumped in his ears again. "Somehow, I wonder what it is that draws you out in the middle of the night, and on your own no less." Despite his strange way of saying it, in his own awkward way, it was his way of showing an interest in his new-found, albeit unwanted, company.

Amber eyes narrowed dangerously, and Dhiren's tail set up an unsteady twitching behind him as he watched Alice move. His ears twitched with the sound of the beads on her dress, and he followed her jacket as it slid from her frame. Dhiren's own jacket flapped open in the night air, a dark brown sleeveless top clinging to his body beneath.

"You know..." He growled very softly, his voice rumbling almost in a husky purr, "Those who seek me out are only looking for trouble in the end." He stood where he was, one hand still in his pocket, as she took the lead, gaining the tom's full attention as her body curved and swayed before him. Somewhere in the back of his fuzzy mind, a voice was screaming at him with a tone most incredulous, but the music was drowning it out. Ears tilted backwards and a fanged grin made it's way to his face as he reached for her hand. There wasn't a single moment in his life that Dhiren could recall ever dancing; he'd seen it done once though when he was in the company of humans. He found himself transfixed by the female of his own breed; so very different from him was she. Her personality was absolutely alluring. "It's strange..." He murmured, mostly to himself as he watched Alice, "I don't care to seek the company of others, and yet... company seems to find me anyway..."

Dhiren gripped the female's hand lightly, his other arm naturally circling her waist as she drew in close to him. He wasn't a dancer, but his instincts told him to let her do the work; he was just a support as she moved. Releasing her hand as she leaned back in a dip, he lightly traced down her back with the tips of his claws, the other arm firmly around her waist so as not to let her fall, and then she was away again. A barely audible gasp left his lips as he stood for a moment, both arms outstretched in a moment of surprise while she danced away from him again.

Dhiren bit his lip in awkward frustration; it seemed he was expected to participate in this dance after all. Well, if that's what she was after, he supposed he didn't have a choice; perhaps instinct would continue to guide him. His ears flicked at the change in tempo, and considered his next move when she turned around and began stalking towards him once again. This coy, seductive game had captured his attention, so he decided to give it a shot. meeting her halfway in a couple of cool strides, he grabbed her hand and gave it a light tug, twirling her into himself again and allowing his other arm to find his way back around her waist, his hold on her a little more firm and decisive this time. Here, he paused a moment, allowing her a moment to adjust and gazing into her face for his next cue. Music swelled around the two Somali cats, and Dhiren's bushy tail swayed in time with its rhythm. Although he probably wouldn't admit it, had he been asked, he was beginning to have fun. "In that case," He growled softly in response to her earlier statement, "would you share this dance with me?"

Dhiren merely smirked at her playful question and followed her lead in the dance. It wasn't very manly to let a woman lead, this was true, but for a scrappy stray tom such as he was, it was easier this way. The way the dim lights of the alley danced in the female's eyes as she stared up at him again was almost surreal, and so enraptured was he by them that he was nearly completely unprepared for her next move. "Oomph!" He grunted softly, his arms shooting up to support Alice as she locked her legs about him and curled backwards, giving him a splendid view of her slim figure. Both of his hands found their way against the middle of her back, and he reveled in the feel of her muscles working smoothly just beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

A shiver worked it's way up his spine, making his ear tips tremble slightly, as she slid down his body and stared up at him from his feet. It was indeed an odd and unexpected move, but one that was not unappreciated. Dhiren was beginning to shake his stupor though, the strange situation almost becoming too much. His tail curled around them, the tip of it gently wrapping around the back of the female's head and brushing her ears. "Well, that's an interesting move," He said, showing off his fangs as he smiled down to her, "I wouldn't linger in that position for too long though; might give a man the wrong idea, you know."

Reaching down to her, he pulled her back to her feet again and hovered one hand at her hip as the other released hers and traced lightly down to rest at the small of her back. He pulled her close and dipped her back again, this time running his claws down the line from her bust to her belly button, feeling the tight muscles pull lightly beneath his finger tips.

It was then that something seemed to click in his brain, and like a switch, he was suddenly conscious of himself again. The dance in itself was alluring, but Dhiren realized that he was lingering too much on the feel of the woman's body and pulled her back up, albeit a bit unsteadily. Both of his hands lingered at her hips as he stared down at her with a bemused expression. He was panting lightly even though he hadn't been doing any of the work and he suddenly wondered just what he was actually doing.

"...I'm not much of a dancer." He murmured after a while, his ears laying back in a stubbornly sheepish manner. He couldn't remember acting in such a manner before and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it now that he was suddenly aware again.