Sharing Something New

[mitch]

TAG: Closed To Jen Bravehart

[M] Maybe Mature

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Normally he would be out at The Sticks drinking and playing his rounds of poker but this night he was kicked out. They assumed he was cheating so he was kicked out though they had no proof he was cheating. So as revenge he froze time then went in pants all the men he was playing poker with and tied their shoes together. With a smirk he walked out then leaned against the door to watch. He flipped out a cigarette then he unfroze time then listened at men were screaming then falling over. Mitch looked back then snickered, bastards, he then walked off thinking where else can he go. Be lame to go home and drink alone to he thought maybe he would go to that dance club in Marseille. He didn't need to dress any more proper then what he had on him was fine. Button up white short sleeved shirt with some dark blue jeans and matching sneakers.

He did have a coat on but he'd be able to check it in at the club and stuff so he'd not have to hold it. No he was not going for the dancing, he was going to go for the drinking, which he missed out mostly on not the poker. Oh well he can still have drinks for the night and watch people dance since he was not much of a dancer. He could dance but he prefers not to even trying it out and such. Well unless he is forced to the dance floor which he would mind neither, but first he needed to get there. Walking would be too far, he didn't own a car yet, so he pulled out his cell phone for a taxi in Marseille to come to him. Picking out his phone he called the number gave his location then he waited around for it. Took the taxi not long to pick him up then he tossed out his smoke went to the car.

"Nuit Noir Night Club in Marseille, please" He asked which he set off right away to the place. Combing his fingers through his hair he had to make sure it was all fine and done up. Well at least move if from out of his face since he did not like the bangs to bother his eyes or cover his eyes. He waited in the back of the taxi then pulled out some money as he saw the fair going up and up some more. As soon as he was where he was supposed to be he handed the cash over with more then enough tip. He got out of the car then he looked at the dance club which there was no line yet so he walked right up. Showed his ID then he walked right into the place then smirked slowly. Paying for his entrance he got his wrist band saying he was legal to drink then again legal age to drink is 15 in France.

He smirked slowly then looked for the coat check in to put his jacket away. He took it off him then just placed his ID, money and smokes into his jean pockets. Those would be all he needs when he is here and he is sure about it. He went over to the bar after checking in his coat to the check in then he thought of want he wanted. "Rum and coke." He said slowly then he nodded since that was confirmed. He stood there which he turned his head seeing the dance floor which he watched people dancing. With a small smirk on his face he turned around slowly with his drink in his hand. He took a sip from it then he let his blue eyes surf around the dance floor which he was thinking. Company, he was sure to find an interesting set of company this night and knew he'd be dragged out to dance. He did not mind and smiled slowly thinking this was a fun idea, actually.

[jen]

It was Friday night and as usual, Jen was being dragged out for a night on the town by one of her friends. Jen had just moved into town about a month and a half ago and she still wasn't at all comfortable with her situation. She'd been staying at a hotel the whole time and had just recently gotten her wanted ad answered by a complete and total stranger. Not the best times of her life. But still, Jen agreed to go out because it was better than being in her hotel room all by her lonesome for another night. So, she pulled on a tight, shimmery gold dress* and a pair of gold stilettos. She blow dried her long pale blonde hair and put her make up on. She may as well look nice if she was going to be out and about. Jen looked at herself in the mirror as she answered her cell phone. "I'm on my way down" she half mumbled into the receiver, grabbing her bag and key.

The car ride to the club was generally boring. Jen's friend was going on and on about how Jen should start getting to know more people and how Jen shouldn't just tie herself down to her current boyfriend, Trystan. Jen had become great at drowning her friend out whenever she had her random rants. They arrived at the club and got past the bouncer, much to the dismay of the complaining occupants of the growing line outside of the door. After only a minute or two, Jen's friend had slipped off onto the dance floor with one of the nearby guys, alas leaving Jen alone. It only took Jen a minute to decide that she should just go about her own thing seeing as she wasn't going to be able to see her friend or get back to the hotel any time soon.

She weaved her way through the crowds of dancing morons to get to the bar. She was going to need some alcohol to get through the night. She reached the bar and looked at all the people sitting by it. Then, she spotted a familiar face. Eh, what the hell? she thought to herself as she decided to go and join one of the few people she'd become acquainted with in Sanglinee. She walked over to the familiar young man and slipped into a seat beside him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mitch Daniels" she said, with a polite smile. She turned to the bartender for a moment, ordering her drink. "I'll have a whiskey sour, please" she said with one of her million dollar smiles. The man looked Jen up and down for about a minute before hurrying off to retrieve her beverage.

"So, what brings someone like you here?" she asked with a smile, finally turning her full attention to Mitchell. She hadn't known him very long, but he was someone she felt genuinely comfortable with. Yes. This meant comfortable enough to flirt. She took the drink from the bartender and gave him a subtle wink before sipping the smooth golden liquid. "I didn't even know you liked to dance. It certainly doesn't seem like you." She had a feeling tonight really might not be so bad.

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[mitch]

Well the music wasn't so bad that his ears were bleeding and he was enjoying his drink of choice. He knew better then to get tossed up at some dance club because soon everyone starts to look good. Then who knows where he shall end up at the end of the night and he didn't want some coyote ugly situation. Man that has happened some times before and he shuttered but drank to get over it. Not really paying attention to much he just looked around with his blue eyes to watch the crowd. His head tilted to the side at one of the girls dancing in one of the cages. She was moving well but soon he got distracted and it was a good one too but stunned a little. He heard the first part but did not think it was addressed to him since she snuck up on his side. His name was called out, his full name, which is why he tore his eyes from the girl in the cage to Jen.

A bright smile lit up when he saw his friends since he was happy someone was there he knew. Now the night was better, much better, he knew now he was going to have a better time then he would of alone then finding some stranger. His eyes ran over what she was wearing which was drop dead gorgeous on her form. His body moved to the side to face her and heard what she ordered. Alas, he was running into women who knew how to handle their alcohol lately and not some fruit drinks. He hate to be judgmental but those were the females who were a real good freak in the sheets. Biting down on his bottom lip he hurt himself on purpose for thinking such things of Jen. She would never since she did have that boyfriend, whats his name, so he wouldn't really try it out with her. Course they were both drinking and sometimes things were forgotten when two people drink.

Biting harder at that thought he shook his head and regained himself back to normal by the time she turned back to him. With his normal, not to be charming smile but it was charming, he smiled at her again. "Ahh...Miss. Bravehart." He said to her since he was teasing around being formal and smirked off since he knew she hated being called that by him especially. When she got her drink she asked him what he was doing there which he slowly shrugged then tilted his head to the side. "I was kicked out of The Sticks for the evening since the boys are sore losers. Accused me of cheating which I would like to add is quite false." He lied, he did cheat and cheated each time to get the money. No one really knew about his powers really because he choose not to tell a soul. He would ask her the same thing but she was a female.

Normally females liked to go dancing with their friends and such which he went to the other question. "So how often do you come here? Also where is your man?" He asked the two questions in one which the last one to him was important because if her boy was around. He wouldn't be able to hang with her most of the night and try to entertain himself with strangers. But her last statement overruled his questions for now since he laughed out. He shook his head then cleared his voice before he got to answer her right back. "Ah well I don't really dance willingly. I came here for the drinks but if I was dragged on the dance floor I would dance. Otherwise no this is not my scene at all especially alone." He remarked to her to state that her words were true this was not his battlefield at all. But this was his last resort since he didn't want to go home and drink along, how lame would that be.