You Can Dance If You Want To

[Amara Aquilla]

{desc=Tabbs! Open!}

Digs

As per the usual Amara and Tabby were getting ready for a night on the town. Since they'd moved in with each other they'd made sure that Fridays were club nights, Saturdays were house parties. Usually at their own house. Which was simply amazing. But tonight Amara was looking forward to hitting the clubs. She was starting her second year at Julliard and so far had impressed her professors with her drive and quick learning. Dance simply came naturally to her. Any kind of dance. She remembered learning ballet as a young girl, and picking up hip hop later on. Amara could still remember the first time she'd mixed the two, giving her audience something different that the usual dance recital.

Needless to say she was born to dance.

So she was more than a little excited to try out this new club they'd been hearing about. The Red Door. It was said to play so many different types of music the crowd wasn't just the usual rap tramps. You could spot just about every color of club goer. Which was incredibly awesome for Amara. It meant she was going to get to play with different types of dance tonight, something she enjoyed far beyond the normal regime of dancers. Mixing genres was a chance to explore new style and ultimately have more fun. Something Amara was very fond of, fun. She had a knack for finding the party, or making one. Which is why she and Tabby got along so well. Swimmingly, even. She'd been asked one too many times if they were... friends, or lovers. To which Amara would grin and answer yes. Just yes.

Let their imaginations spin, what did she care?

She banged on Tabbys bedroom door. "Torta! Come on, mama. I don't want to have to stand in line!" Not that they ever ended up in the line for long. Two sexy women in the damn near scandalous outfits they wore? Oh no, they never waited long.

After another half hour they were ready and out the door.

The Red Door

The line outside was already wrapped around the building. Ocean blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled Tabby along in excitement. Already she could hear Baby Bash's Cyclone thrumming from the entrance. The bouncer looked like most bouncers in NY. Massive, clad in black, and wearing a pair of unneeded sunglasses. However as the two women sauntered towards him as if they were vip those sunglasses tipped downward. She blew him a kiss, her leather jacket parting to give him a generous glimpse of the red crop top. With suspenders that framed her form as well as the black tie that vanished in her cleavage, he was sold. With a raised brow, a whistle, and a smile he opened that little velvet rope and Amara was practically running. And then it happened. The club switched from hip hop to something that would be causing alot of men to make a few tents in a couple of minutes.

Closer.

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself

Amara's grin turned wicked and her hips moved of their own volition as her jacket slowly slid from her shoulders. She handed it to their last friend, just a fella that tagged along with them. Usually watching their table, coats, and drinks. Flaming homosexual, but didn't like to dance much. But he was a sweetie, and even though he was a downer a lot of the time they always invited him. She grabbed Tabbys hands, pulling her to the middle of the dance floor, already pulling her best friend closer until they were pressed against one another. "Let's make 'em sweat, bella." She teased, her Italian accent purring as she slid her body against Tabbys.

[Tabby Smith]

yea'whut?

Tabby had been looking forward to tonight. She always did. She was the weekday bartender at a strip club, odd job but it served her purposes. She wouldn't give up her weekends with Amara for the world.

When she heard her 'Maramara poundin' on her door, she knew it was time to fucking go. Of course it was. Friday night, bitches! So she got up, and tossed on a striped shirt that bore a generous amount of both cleavage and midriff and a skirt that would best have been described as a belt and took most of the time doing her make up. Purple, lots of purple. Tabby loved purple. Amara knew this better than anybody else.

Reasons Amara loved Tabby's room? Simple. Purple pillows everywhere, more stuffed animals than you could count and.... snowglobes. About a hundred. She loved snowglobes.

MOVING ON.

Tabby strutted right up to that bouncer with Amara, smiling and winking in much the same fashion and her outfit needed no revealing. As per usual she wore no jacket because she had a bad habit of losing them. First thing she did was run up to the bar and grab drinks while Amara settled in with their friend, and of course as soon as she approached the table, that's when she heard it.

Good gawd she loved this girl.

Make 'em sweat, indeed. Tabby followed Amara's lead, up, down, around, hands all over the slightly younger blonde. She could hardly help herself, Amara had a bad habit of just... going. And it drove Tabby insane.

Out on that dance floor, their hips swayed, hands held together, the occasional spin. Really, they pulled out all the stops. They did love this song. Tabby gave Amara a little kiss on the cheek and nearer the end of the song tugged her a little closer to their drinks, handing her one of them.

Porn Stars, of course.

Totally fitting, all things considered.

"Bella, you keep this up, I'm the one who's gonna be sweatin',

[/b]" she said with a wink. It was true though. 100%

Her and Amara? Peas and carrots. Inseparable. Tonight was gonna be good. [/justify][/blockquote]

[Amara Aquilla]

Amara enjoyed their little grindfest. She hung all over Tabby, as per the usual. Their relationship was borderline sexual on a constant basis. Close didn't even cover how 'close' they truly were. So when Tabby gave her that kiss on the cheek she grinned, nipping her ear as the song ended. It immediately thrummed into the next body moving song. But Tabbs pulled her aside, handing her the drink and Amara grinned. Oh yes, tonight was going to be fun. She'd dressed for heavy dancing. Though she would still have to worry about getting overheated around so many humans. After all her body temperature was already naturally high, add in some heavy dancing and maybe some heavy petting and she was sizzling to the touch. But she'd keep an eye on her temp, and knowing how close she and Tabbs were when they went out her bestie could easily tell her as well.

Amara took a long drink of the Porn Star, her hips still swirling to the beat. She smiled to herself, her eyes closing for a moment as she simply enjoyed moving. She grinned at Tabby, "Torta I have been looking forward to this all week. I'm going to set this place on fire." She teased, her ocean blue eyes glancing over the room as her hips rolled of their own volition. She laughed then, wrapping one arm around the waist of her best friend. "Ah, that may be; bellisima Torta, but I'm still goin' home with you." She purred, running a finger under Tabbys chin. She kissed her fellow mutant on the cheek. "I just like watching them beg." She chuckled. She finished off the Porn Star, handing the empty glass to a stranger with a grin.

Amara tucked a thumb in her suspenders, her other hand pushing waves of golden locks from her face. All the while her body kept it's leisurely sway. She waved after a few moments of hearing her name, one of her fellow Julliard students recognizing her from afar. He was, however, quickly pulled away by a small statured brunette who gave Amara and Tabby a hideous glare. Amara laughed once more, her head tipping back. "She seems upset... You think he's got himself a campsite?" She teased, dancing around Tabby.

"Dirty babe" She sang along in Tabbys ear, her arms wrapping around her waist from behind. "You see these shackles, baby I’m your slave" She continued, her hands teasing Tabbys exposed stomach. "I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave. It’s just that no one makes me feel this way" She sang, releasing Tabby to do a quick spin.

[Tabby Smith]

Amara and Tabbs finished osff their drinks at nearly the same time, as per usual. Tasty drinks went down easier... and faster. They spent less time drinking and more time dancing. Almost in unison, they each handed off their empty glasses to random strangers with a wink and a smile, it was like they'd been doing this for years.

Oh wait....

That aside, Tabby was glad that Amara would be going home with her. She loved living with her, and she might not have been able to admit it but she loved pretty much everything about their situation. It was pretty ideal. Tabby's hips swayed along with Amara's as they so often did, in time with the music and her lady friend's, Tabby giggled when her luvaluva said she liked watching them beg.

It was fun, to watch how people reacted to them, in all their sexy glory. It was something they did together, work up the crowd, go home. They'd probably make a lot of money if they sold video tapes or even pictures of what they did there.

Tabby and her favouritest blonde caught the attention of a young brunette lady, who was glaring at them as they danced through in their flirtatious manner. Tabby laughed again, totally amused at the shit they caused for other people. There was at least one of these every night they went out. A jealous girlfriend, or prospective lay.

Of course... Amara had a bad habit of driving Tabby completely wild on that dance floor. Tabby wasn't sure if she knew it, but Amara had every advantage on her. Every. Single. One. There wasn't anything Amara could do to turn Tabby off, and so much of what she did seemed to turn her on.

Especially that. Amara was teasing her stomach and singing into her ear, that wonderful accent that echoed through Tabitha's head day and night. She could hardly help herself.

Tabby turned around and gave Amara a quick kiss on the lips. Gentle, but not lingering. She giggled again. "'Maramara, my love, you just love to make me squirm,

[/b]" she said with a little smile. It seemed like she was joking a little more than she actually was but... by this point in time Amara was fully aware.

There was always a point at which Tabby couldn't keep her hands off of her. It was kind of part of their thing. Whatever it was, it was perfect. For now.

Tabby kept dancing with her roomie, sinking down nearly to her knees and licking Amara's stomach quickly before wiggling her butt all the way back up to standing. She winked at Amara, turning to spin a little herself as she did. She was already having a blast. [/blockquote][/justify]

[Sam Guthrie]

A motorcycle revved loudly as it made its way through the New York streets. The custom bike roared around corners, cutting through alleyways to reach its destination. Though not an unusual sight for the citizens of New York, one couldn't help but turn as the helmeted rider passed by. Sam Guthrie was not one to frequent nightclubs that seduced the tourists like a flytrap to a fly. Every now and again, he'd hit a dive bar to blow off some steam but the NYC nightlife was definitely not his scene. Tonight he would have to make an exception as his career beckoned him to visit.

X-Force was not the easiest of law enforcements to be employed by. It often called for its detectives to take on particularly hard cases involving mutants and with mutant criminals, anything was possible. Sam had quickly risen among the ranks, going from beat officer to detective in a matter of months thanks to his insightful approach towards criminal apprehension. X-F wasn't like any normal police department in cities nationwide but they followed similar rules. Badge separated cop from criminal, good guys catch the bad guys and so on and so forth. The main one of these similarities was to serve and protect. On the days when neither could be done, truth was sought and justice dealt.

Sam had been working on an incredibly troubling case. One where his leads had ran cold. He'd tapped into one of his informants who begrudgingly sent him to meet a man known to visit a particular club known for its taste in various forms of music and pretty women... Not to mention drugs and organized crime. It could be another dead end but Cannonball was out of options. Sam came to a stop right in front of an intricate set of doors that shook with every bass note escaping the confines of the club, taking off his helmet to scan his environment. People dressed up for one night stands and alcoholism lined the streets that wrapped around the corner. Some women smiled his way, some men winked at him, Sam ignored both. He didn't have anything against these people but he hadn't slept for days and they were the last people he wanted to interact with. He carefully stepped off his back and stared up at the sign.

The Red Door.

"Good as place as any." Sam spoke to himself as he waved a valet off, leaving his bike exactly where he parked. He confidently strutted up to the bouncer dressed in blue jeans, white t-shirt and his leather jacket; Not exactly the type of clothing that gained entrance into this establishment.

The bouncer took one look and then with one hand pointed anywhere but there. "You must be jokin', fool. Get the hell outta here!" Sam flashed his badge and the bouncer scoffed, continuing to turn him away. "X-Force? What you doin' all the way out here? This ain't your jurisdiction, homeboy."

Of course he was right but Sam was in no mood for any of this shit. He scratched his beard, looking up into the sunglasses knowing full well his eyes were behind them. "Ah got business with someone in dat club. Ya can let me in or ah can blow my way in." Sam took a few steps forward, the unshakable tone in his voice present. "Jurisdiction or not, ya ain't stoppin' me, son."

The bouncer took in Sam's appearance, looking over his shoulder at his bike. He didn't seemed threatened but he unhooked the tape regardless and waved for the Southerner to step in. "Nice ride, dawg. You can go in but there ain't no guarantee you comin' back out, ya dig?"

"Let me worry 'bout dat, "dawg"." The bouncer smiled and then opened the small curtain leading into the club. Some NIN song was blaring overhead but Sam didn't notice nor did he care. He simply walked into the place like he owned it, pulling out a small photograph of the man he was looking for. As the song played Sam wandered, weaving in and out of the crowded bar as he pushed his way towards his goal. Eventually he ended up on the dance floor and spotted the cause of most men's distraction. They all stood about blatantly staring while drooling and for a second Sam couldn't help but do the same.

Two incredibly attractive females had taken over The Red Door and made it their own personal playground. Their movements were almost hypnotic as hands traversed the curves of each others' body. Grown men turned to prepubescent boys while woman of all colors immediately became green. Sam's eyes could not divert themselves away from the pair but they instantly gravitated towards the blonde that seemed to be in control of their sexually driven display on the dance floor. Clearly these two were pros at stealing attention and breaking hearts. Sam had to shake himself away, forcing his focus back to the task at hand when he spotted him a few feet away. "Diego!"

The Puerto Rican turned with a friendly smile but the dangling badge on a chain necklace around Sam's neck immediately made him an enemy. "I don't have nothing to say to cops, amigo." The man stood defiantly as Sam approached.

"Ah ain't a cop. Ah just need to k...." Before Sam could finish, a drink would be splashed on his face as the not so fit man began cutting through the crowded dance floor. Sam was blinded by the alcoholic burn in his eyes but he quickly regained his composure and gave chase. People seemed to part and Sam was quick at playing catch-up, eventually lunging forward and tackling the runner from behind. Both men propelled forward, interjecting themselves into an incredibly touching scene between two fine females. They stood close, grinding into one another until they were forced to part by Sam inadvertently pushing them apart as he tackled this man with his own type of dance. A few punches were thrown but Sam quickly subdued this Diego character, handcuffing his hands behind his back and then slapping him in the back of his head. "Ah only wanted ta talk asshole. Why ya gotta make things difficult?"

Sam stood back to his feet, turning towards the two ladies though his gaze was fixed on the blonde one. He heard the brunette mouthing off something or other but he hardly acknowledged her as he spoke directly into eyes that would bless his dreams. "Hope ah didn't interrupt a touchin' moment..."

[Amara Aquilla]

Amara and Tabby were controlling the floor. This was normal for them. Very much so. Tabby kept feeding her drinks, and their bodies kept grinding and rubbing; creating quite a bit of heat. Which Amara had no problem with, heat was her specialty after all. Tabby knew how to get her blood boiling, having lived together for some time now. When you put two not so shy girls under one roof, not to mention no shame and a love of liquor? You got a non-stop party that could make most men weep, if you get my meaning. That being said Amaras and Tabbys relationship had grown into something that nearly coupled them, though both knew there was no title therefore no obligation.

Moving on.

The music kept thrumming, Amara kept drinking, and she and Tabby kept making men sweat and women cry. That was just their way of life, right? Right. Amara enjoyed their time together, her body never seeming to stop while music was playing. Not to mention Tabby providing her with drinks. Needless to say she was feeling the buzz when commotion struck. She wasn't paying much attention to it at first, it not affecting her. Instead she danced with Tabbs, one hand in the air and one hand on her hip. At least that was until the suspect in question bumped into some fool with a bottle of water. That bottle lifted up and tipped as his balance shifted, the cool liquid pouring straight over the two women.

Of course the odd part would be the sizzle that would sound as it his Amaras flesh, not to mention the rising steam. Like water hitting a stove top coil. She paused, pushing wet strands of blond hair from her face. It felt nice, yes, but damnit she had been having fun. And now a few people were putting two and two together about her heat. She reached behind Tabby, stealing someones beer bottle and hucked it full force at the guys retreating back. He was lucky to be wearing a jacket, otherwise the spray of glass probably would have been messy.

And damaging.

He turned, giving the two of them a dirty look from hell.

Amara held her arms out and then held her hand under her chin, flicking it outward. "VAFFANCULO, AH?" She hissed darkly. Small she may be, but balls she did not lack. She turned back to Tabbs, getting right back into the music, though she was certain someone was going to call the police. After all she had just 'assaulted' a man with 'a deadly weapon'. Whatever. For now she could enjoy her night until they took her in chains.

Then she'd just melt her way ou-

A second interruption.

The two men pushed through Amara and Tabby forcing them to push back from each other. Amara jumped, trying to keep them from knocking her on her ass. And as she stepped over them, well half hopped as the one that had tackled the other was rather large, she tugged Tabbs a bit aside. That little click of handcuffs made her look back, almost worried they were on her wrists. But he was definitely taking in the fella beneath his frame. She scoffed, rolling her eyes and watching the little drama and then admired the large man as he stood.

She could admire a nice jean clad behind.

And she did so without shame, the steam still slightly coming off her skin and hair. He stood completely, his culprit in hand and met her eyes. Amara, being Amara, didn't mind that look at all. In fact she smirked to herself while he spoke. Man she wouldn't mind taking him for a ride.. A couple times at that.

Amara grinned though, pulling Tabbs by her waist, a tiny bit closer to the handsome blond. "It's always a touching moment with us, bello." She purred, her hand grazing his shoulder as she sauntered on by towards the bar. Once out of ear shot, and holding a few more drinks, her eyes roamed the stranger as she pulled Tabby a bit closer. "Think I could wear him to bed?" She teased, taking a shot. "Been a while since I played cops and robbers." She teased loudly, laughing with Tabby. That last bit he probably heard.

And Amara made no move to stop admiring the view.

[Tabby Smith]

Tabby and Amara, the devastating duo were rockin' out on the dance floor, as they always did, and always had. They had the attention of the entire club, and that was standard on a night out for them. Hell even when they had their house parties, all eyes were on them. At this point, Tabby wasn't sure if it was because they liked the attention or they just genuinely enjoyed what they were doing that much. Maybe both. Regardless, tensions in the club were high, men wanted them and women wanted to be them... or beat them up. Amara's near scorching touch was electrifying, if mostly because Tabby knew why.

Suddenly, there was a bit of a scene happening and while Amara wasn't paying much attention at all, Tabby was watching intently as she danced with her luvaluva. Without any warning whatsoever, the two girls were covered in water, Amara's skin sizzling and steaming as the water touched her. Needless to say, while Tabby was soaked, Amara had dried off quite nicely. Giggling, she watched as Amara hucked a beer bottle at the brute, leaning her head on the stellar blonde's shoulder as she cussed at him in Italian.

Amara was so much fun.

With only a split second to react, Tabby saw Sam and the man he was chasing running straight for them and jumped back from Amara, shoving her just a little bit so neither of them would get hit. She watched as Amara jumped over the men and tugged her a bit away from the scene, her face mildly confused and a little bit shocked.

"What in the actual fuck...

[/b]" Tabby said under her breath, really just confused. This wasn't a common occurrence here.

The seeming aggressor stood, having cuffed his culprit and turned to address... well mostly Amara. Tabby raised an eyebrow as the two flirted and she was pretty much completely ignored. She knew Amara wasn't about to just ditch her, because you never leave your bitch behind, but she wasn't exactly impressed with how that situation had been handled.

He could have at least looked at her.

Amara pulled Tabby back toward the bar and Tabby ordered several shots, just for herself. She ordered some for Amara too, and a mixed drink or two but as Amara spoke of 'wearing' him home tonight, Tabby couldn't help but to toss back her drinks to get past that idea.

She looked out over the dance floor to where Amara was staring, straight at Sam and muttered beneath her breath, "Fuckin' dink.[/b]"

Tabby would never admit it... but she was jealous that he'd stirred up so much in Amara.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Sam Guthrie]

Business or pleasure?

The very question had begun to wrap itself around Sam's brain. The Southerner found himself in a room that was quickly emptying in his mind as his gaze fixated on the petite blonde. For a second he had forgotten about the chubby Cuban writhing around on the dance floor with cuffs on his wrists. Sam wondered would it be out of line for him to approach such extravagant beauty after nearly sending her and her friend tumbling to the floor... Not that he wouldn't mind having a tumble with either of them but this was neither the time nor the place for such thoughts..

Or was it?

Her delicate touch grazed his shoulder as she passed by, responding to his sorta apology. Her full figure did not go unnoticed. Sam didn't have time to respond but if she could read his greyish-blue eyes she'd have an inkling to what he was thinking. His line of sight never left the blonde as she made her way to the bar until a shuffle on the floor brought his attention back to Diego. Sam reached down and with the strength of a good old country boy and heaved him back unto his feet, pushing him up against a wall, spreading his legs to search his person. "Ah would say dat was borderline too much info but then again... Mebbie it ain't enough. Might have to do more research to figure dat one out. What ya think, Diego?"

"I think you should go get at that pussy and leave me the fuck alone.", was the retort that was given.

Sam spoke as he continued his search, "Mebbie yer right... Or mebbie Ah just take ya in fer these.", pulling out a handgun and what looked like vials of drugs Sam showed them to the man before putting both away into his leather jacket.

"Esas cosas no son mias, papi.", the man started but Sam cut him off before he could continue.

"I can't understand ya but Ah bet ya sayin' this stuff ain't yers." The statement was confirmed by the man continuing his innocent act. Sam tried to maintain his focus on the task at hand but it was difficult to do when he felt the eyes of a young blonde calling to him. Every so often his head would turn in the direction of the bar, even catching some offhand comment about playing cops and robbers. Business or not, Sam would regret not finding out more of this woman he found so captivating and he already had accumulated enough regrets for a lifetime. "This is how it is, Diego. Ah don't care about any of this stuff. All Ah want is some info dat ya gonna be handin' over unless ya want me to hand ya off to someone that would want to know why ya got a gun and drugs on ya?"

People went back to dancing, drinking and whatever else they did. For the most part, interest in the apprehension of a runner had waned. Sam pulled up a chair and forced Diego to have a seat, taking off the handcuffs only to handcuff him to a fixture on the wall. Sam ensured Diego was secured down before patting his new friend on the top of his head. "But first Ah'ma take yer advice and go make new friends."

"Hijo de su puta...", were the words that slowly went away as Sam walked away from Diego towards a new direction the universe had in store for him. Sam hadn't been involved with much ladies since coming back to New York. His new profession in life was time constricting and Sam found little time for more than simple one night stands. However, he could tell the difference between feelings and something about her felt different; She was definitely calling for his bed but there was another call that he had yet to figure out.

As he approached the attractive duo, he felt good. He'd gotten a nice response from both of them... Or so he thought until he read the parting of the brunette's lips as they separated to mouth two magical words that would change his outlook...

"Fucking dink?... What does dat even mean?" If she felt unnoticed before then she didn't now as his eyes darted into hers with a smile on his face. He wasn't exactly offended. He was perplexed as he actually didn't know what that meant. He realized then that she didn't look particularly happy about the situation but Sam was in too deep now to leave with nothing.

"Ah didn't mean to break up ya'lls party back there but Ah couldn't let Diego get away. Mah name is Sam. Sam Guthrie." He extended his hand out to both of them and hoped one of them would take it. After noticing the large amounts of empty shot and pint glasses sitting behind them on the bar he smirked as he continued. "Ah would say let me buy ya a drink but ah guess ya have that one figured out so what can Ah do to make up for mah intrusion?" His Southern accent was heavy tonight. Perhaps out of nerves but he didn't forget to smile that Guthrie smile that gifted him a number of heartbreaks back home, this time taking note to not let his entire focus drift towards the blonde... No matter how difficult it was.

[Amara Aquilla]

Amara grinned at Tabby as her beloved Torta ordered more and more shots. The blond would lean over the bar from time to time and take a shot, after a shot, after a shot... You get the picture. So she was already starting to feel a bit warm. Actually very warm. Luckily for Amara Tabby was used to the heat that practically billowed off of her. The people around her weren't so lucky. More than once someone would bump into her and would wonder why they needed to jump away from her touch. She could practically singe clothing. It was a good thing Tabby had given her the number of a guy who could make her own clothes a tad resistant to her heat. She was sick of buying clothes all the time. Well.. Maybe not completely true, but she was tired of ruining her favorites.

Amara's ocean blue eyes followed the lawman for a moment before people started to move back into the open area they'd created. He was lost amongst the crowd and she pouted a moment pulling Tabby closer to her. She snuggled her best friend a moment, wrapping her arms around her and pushing her back against the bar. She reached behind her fellow drinker and took the shot while she snuggled her close. She was definitely getting sloshed tonight, and after all the shots she'd already had it was not surprising that she was already in a bit of a haze. Normally it took so much to get her wasted. The heat in her blood burned through the alcohol. But she'd been taking it easy on the drinking due to her time at Juliard.

Tonight was a night to finally let loose completely.

She nibbled on Tabbys ear a moment. "Who's a dink, Torta?" She purred, half chuckling. It was about that time that that rumbling voice sounded behind her. Amara raised one blond brow, a wicked grin tugging at her lips. She turned slowly, gracefully even despite the fact that she was working her way to plastered. She flashed him one of her best smiles, that brow still arched in interest. Amara had assumed he had pressing business and therefore could not come play. Her eyes traveled over him, not even pretending to hide her obvious approval. "Sam Guthrie." She repeated, her Italian accent thick. Her eyes trailed over his outstretched hand and she glanced at Tabby making sure they both didn't reach for it at the same moment.

When Tabby made no move to do so Amara, not even thinking about her burning him placed her hand in his. After a few seconds she realized her flesh could potentially be searing his hand and pulled it back. She smirked to herself, trying not to laugh at her own stupid mistake. This was her first sign that she was definitely feeling the affects of alcohol. She took a step back, her arms touching the cool glass top of the bar. She was doing her best to chill her burning flesh, but at this point that didn't look like it was going to happen. She eyed Sam for a moment finally opening her mouth to introduce herself.

What? She couldn't draw out the anticipation, and admire him in the process?

"Amara Aquilla." She finally cooed. She leaned towards Tabby and nipped her besties cheek playfully. "And this bella donna is Tabby." She refrained from giving out a last name, simply because it wasn't her place to do so. She grinned at him, her eyes lingering a moment on his lips. Alcohol. Amara probably needed to stop with the alcohol. But with that very thought she turned her back to him a moment to lean over the bar and order another round of shots. He mentioned their array of empty glasses and making up for his earlier interruption.

Amaras mind wandered a moment as she tipped back one of the little filled glasses. She had many ideas dancing around her head. Some of which she planned to play out. But for now she chuckled lightly and looked to Tabby. "What do you think, piccola Torta? Shall we find a suitable punishment for Mr. Guthrie?" She teased.

[Tabby Smith]

Amara leaned in to nibble on Tabby's ear and ask who she'd called a dink, when of course he was approaching them. Very quietly, Tabby answered her question and called a soft, "Him...

[/b]" into her ear.

Of course he waltzed right up and asked her what a dink was, as if it wasn't clear as day. By this point, Tabitha was PLASTERED. She hadn't eve known that she could still get to this level of intoxication any longer, she'd spent so long building up a tolerance. She looked him square in the eye, an impolite and sarcastic looking smile on her face, and spoke loudly, obviously drunk, but her annunciation was still very clear and precise. "It means 'ASSHOLE.'[/b]"

Tabby watched with amusement as Amara shook his hand because Tabby was just staring daggers into him. She giggled when he had CLEARLY been burned by Amara's near scorching touch. Few were as used to it as she was. She welcomed Amara's heat. It was comfort for her, where she belonged.

Tabby turned to take more shots as the two had their little exchange, interjecting briefly to kiss Amara on the cheek after she bit Tabby's.

Shot. Shot. Shot. Cheek kiss. Shot. Shot. Wait a second, she heard Amara's pet name for her and turned her head to see what was happening. Tabby smiled pleasantly at Amara as she turned the rest of the way around and sized him up, not particularly impressed with what she saw. She could understand why Amara was though.

"I'm sure we could find something suitable, 'Maramara,[/b]" she said, beginning to flick tiny, firecracker sized bombs at his feet. They would do no damage aside from tiny black scuff marks on the floor, but the sound would probably be a tiny bit alarming. It, of course, drew the gaze of several of the people around them, though anybody outside of their immediate vicinity wouldn't even notice over the music.

What she really wanted to do was blow him to smithereens, but Amara seemed to like the guy and the only thing Tabby cared about in the entire world was her happiness. So she'd try not to be too snotty, or jealous, or bitchy with him. Try. This level of intoxication tonight would probably not allow for such courtesy, but they would see.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Roberto da Costa]

Roberto emerged from the driver's side door of his Aston Martin Vanquish, shutting the door behind him and beeping the car locked. Someone of his wealth and stature needed a suitable vehicle to get around New York, and the rest of the country for that matter and the Vanquish, with its custom navy blue paint job with forest green trim certainly did that. As he stood up the Brazillian playboy tugged lightly on his black and silver vertical striped silk shirt and walked right up to the guys at the front entrance of the club known as The Red Door.

"Evening gentlemen," he said, flashing a white-toothed grin their way and shelling off a couple of fifty dollar bills and shoving one into the chest of each of the bouncers before unclipping the velvet rope in front of the door. Stepping past the rope he let it fall and dangle as he pushed open the doors to the club and entered. For the money he'd just shelled out one of those muscle heads could reclip the rope behind him.

After a moment or two Roberto's eyes adjusted to the darkened interior of the club. Quickly his brown eyes took in his surroundings before spotting a big guy near the bar talking to a pair of women. It was clear that he was more interested in the blonde half of the group, no matter. Roberto caught the sight of something falling from the woman's hands and he heard the pops. Another mutant, like him. Since it was all the same to him, as both of the women were plenty good looking, Roberto sauntered over to the brunette.

As he approached the bar he deliberately brushed past the brunette woman, whom he recognized, close enough that she'd be able to pick up the scent of his cologne. Looking down the bar he caught the eye of the bartender and signaled, waiting for the woman to come over before handing her his Palladium Card. "I want to open a tab," he said as the woman swiped the card and handed it back to him.

"One Jack and Coke, and one each of whatever each of these belissimo damas are having," he continued, slipping the card into a pocket before smoothly grabbing one of Tabitha's hands in a single fluid motion and raising it to his lips to kiss the back of it.

"We meet again, though in less stuffy circumstances, I think," he said, releasing her hand and throwing her a wink, "Tabitha, meu doce, I assume I am not to be billed for the pleasure of your company this evening," he asked, completely ignoring the blonde and the other man now that he had purchased the blonde a drink. For now he was far more interested in Tabitha.

*belissimo damas - beautiful ladies
*meu doce - my sweet

[Sam Guthrie]

Before Roberto's entrance...

"It means 'ASSHOLE.'"

Strong women with strong words was not something Sam was unfamiliar with. His whole life he'd shared a roof with females that would never think twice to tell the Southerner exactly what they were feeling and how they felt about him. While her drunken response was enough to push normal men away, Guthrie wasn't normal. He was a bit offended at the girl because she hadn't known him long enough to make that judgment but then he realized he might be intruding on something personal between her and her "friend". Maybe he was an asshole.

Or maybe she was just being an inebriated bitch.

He thought about walking away then and there but it was far too late to retreat. It would be asinine of him to allow some girl to get in the way of what he wanted and right now all he wanted was this girl's friend's name. He went ahead and introduced himself. The negativity was pushed out as he smiled out to both of them and waited for a handshake. His extended hand was taken by the one he hoped and when she spoke his name, his heart damn near melted. Her accent was almost as thick as his though not from the same part of the world. It only added to her mystery. She held her hand in his and it was soon followed by a warm sensation that could only be explained as chemistry between them.

That is until he noticed the warmness of her hands turning into a burning touch.

He quickly pulled away as he felt his palm scorching in hers. There was pain but the abruptness of him pulling away was more of a shock. He hadn't realized she was a mutant until then and that alone made her much more appealing. He rubbed his palms together, smiling like a fool while enjoying the view into her ocean blue eyes. Clearly she appeared apprehensive at what she might've done to him but a burn is a small price to pay to get to know her further.

"Amara Aquilla."

The tension continued to tighten as her name cooed out of her mouth. "Amara Aquilla... Now that is a beautiful name." She'd probably heard that before but it wasn't a lie on his part. He'd never met someone with such an exotic name and her accent gave away the fact that she had the exotic nature to go with it. She introduced her friend, Tabby, but Sam's interests were obviously not on her. Still, he would not be as rude to her as she was to him. "Tabby, nice to meet the both of ya."

The teasing between these two was insufferable. They were professionals at melting boy's hearts. Of this Sam was sure. He stood there, still rubbing his palm as they continued to talk to each other as if he wasn't there. A suitable punishment dished out by these two lovelies would not be such a bad thing Sam thought. And then another surprise as sparks flew out of Tabby's hands and exploded lightly at his feet. He raised a foot to try to avoid the firecracker boom before looking up at the two. "Mutants? Ya'll are exceptional and full of surprises, ain't ya?"

Sam looked around to make sure nobody was standing around with threatening looks aimed at the ladies. People were pulling away from the vicinity but others didn't seem to care. Mutants were not always accepted by humans and Sam knew too well what people looking to hurt those that were different would do had they seen Tabby's display. Something told Sam that she didn't care either way. These two looked somewhat defenseless but they were probably very capable of taking care of themselves. "But ya'll ain't the only ones with gifts." Sam said with a smile.

He reached out and grabbed Amara's hand into his, taking the initiative his daddy taught him to woo a girl. His Blast Field enveloped him and Amara, pulling Amara closer to Sam so that his arms would wrap around her waist. This unfortunately would also work to push Tabby away but that wasn't Sam's concern. He whispered into Amara's ear who was now tightly wrapped in his arms. She was close enough that he could feel the breath escape her lips and enter his but she was also close enough that he could feel the heat emanating from her entire body. "Ah don't mind being burned if it's worth it, darlin'." Sam didn't know why he uttered those words but somehow they seemed appropriate to him. He thought about kissing her but figured that would be inappropriate on many accounts. Instead, he released her and allowed to stand next to her friend.

"Ah would show ya what ah could really do but Ah'm afraid Ah might blow this place up. We should get together later somewhere private so we could show off our gifts... Among other thangs." He was talking to both of them but really only one of them. Tabby seemed in no mood to continue venturing forth in their relationship. He'd had that vibe from her the entire time. Amara, however, seemed receptive and that's all that mattered.

After Roberto's entrance...

That was when Sam noticed the pretty boy standing there out of the blue. It was clear he was a player from the very start. He ordered the women drinks and ignored Sam completely. Guthrie wasn't offended. He'd seen his type plenty. All looks with no substance. He looked more interested in Tabby anyway and she looked like she could use a good lay. Instead Sam kept his gaze on Amara and figured it was time to separate the two. "How's 'bout you and I ge...", when a voice rang from behind that interrupted the Southerner. A shutter ran up his spine as the annoying twang seeped into his being.

[Inez Temple]

The tires of Inez's Ford F-150 pickup truck screeched in protest as she rounded the corner and turned onto the street where the club was located. The club where her hayseed partner, Sam, had gone to make an arrest. Without her. No, that wasn't the way things worked.

When she had received the information she had pulled on a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans with her boots and Glock, topped with an even more snug low-cut t-shirt and peeled out of her apartment parking lot headed for where Sam was. While en route she had called to check in and discover that the Kentuckian still hadn't arrived with anyone in tow, which meant he was probably still out trying to make the arrest. Inez had every intention of catching her partner in the act and letting him know what she thought of his decision making process concerning this matter.

Slamming on the brakes with a screeching whistle, Inez unbuckled the seat belt and was out the door of the vehicle. Angrily she marched up to the bouncers in front of the club's entrance and flashed her badge before muscling both of the muscle heads out of the way as if they weren't even there. As if those buffoons could hope to stop or even slow her down anyway.

"Clear off, official business," she snapped waspishly as the two goons picked themselves up off of the pavement and made no move to try and further impede her progress.

Entering the club Inez stalked around the outside of the dark interior, quickly spotting the perp who was cuffed and sitting at a table all by himself. What kind of amateur hour was Sam running here? This was rinky dink small time, you never left the perp all to their own devices.

Inez made her way over to the table where the man was, muscling patrons out of the way as she went and not bothering to apologize to anyone. Reaching the table she got right down in the cuffed man's face before speaking.

"I'm going to ask you a question. You're going to answer truthfully, and you're not going to give me any shit... got it," she snarled and, not waiting for any kind of response from the cuffed man she continued. "Where is my partner?"

The man indicated where Sam was with a jerk of his head. Inez wheeled around and looked in the direction of the bar. Sure enough there was Sam, standing at the bar and chatting up two scantily clad women. Trust the hayseed to think with the lower of his two heads. "Come on," she grunted, hefting the cuffed perp from his chair easily by the scruff of his neck and half carrying, half dragging the man across the dance floor in the straightest possible line to where Sam was, not caring who got in the way.

"HAYSEED," Inez called out, bellowing at the top of her lungs, "What kinda amateur show are you running," she demanded, stomping up behind Sam and laying her free hand on Sam's shoulder before spinning him around and thrusting his handcuffed buddy into the Southerner's chest.

"We take care of our garbage before we go bird doggin' around. We also don't cut our partners out of the loop," the Texan snarled in Sam's face, releasing his apprehension before turning her attention to the two women and the other man that were in Sam's little group.

"You'll have to excuse Hayseed," Inez said with mock sweetness to Tabitha, Roberto, and Amara. "He's big an' kinda stupid an' unprofessional sometimes," Inez continued, moving to begin shoving Sam and the handcuffed man in the direction of the door.

"He can come back an' play when his work's done an' when he's explained to me why it is he felt that he didn't need ta tell his partner what he was up to ta-night," she continued her rant, scowling at Sam and giving him a shove. "If ya get bored a' waitin' fer him ta come back ya'll kin come down ta the X-Force offices an' find 'er wait fer 'im there," the Texan concluded, her accent becoming more and more thick as she spoke, mostly because of her anger at Sam.

"Now, come on Hayseed, git!" Inez delivered another sharp shove to Sam to propel him towards the door.