( devon ) the club can't even handle me right now

[lily evelynn greene]

Lily sat at the bar with a strawberry daiquiri in front of her. She plucked the fruit from the edge of the glass and twirled it between her fingers before popping it into her mouth. After setting the stem on a napkin beside her she reached out for the drink and took a sip. Lily closed her eyes with a small smile savoring the taste. It was just what she needed after a long week of business conferences and meetings. Setting the glass down slightly to the side, she spun her barstool around.

Bright lights flashed making the people on the dance floor visible only every once in a while. Lily leaned back leisurely against the bar, her elbows propped behind her. Lifting her leg she crossed her leg, the slit in her silver sequined cocktail dress up to her thigh more visible than it had been before.

With every vibration she felt from the beat of the music she tapped her foot in the air. The DJ was blasting at full volume, the speakers visibly shaking from the bass. It was near impossible to have a conversation with anyone in this environment, but it certainly made it easy for her to blow someone off. Whenever someone approached her she would simply reach for her daiquiri, pretend as if she hadn’t heard them, and smirk as they eventually left.

Once Lily had finished her first drink she motioned for the bartender to give her another one. Whether it was her mild flirting or her social status (she couldn’t be sure which) the drink was on the house. After eating the strawberry she stood up and grabbed the glass deciding that it was finally time to mingle on the dance floor.

[devon tobias ford]

Devon had just gotten back into the city, he felt renewed to say the least. He sat in the back of a taxi, trying not to think of the many drunken, sex-craved exploits that had been carried out where he sat. He could never really figured out why he came back to Miami of all places, but here he was again, might as well make the best of it.

He had told the cab driver to take him to a club, didn't matter, just the closest one, or one the driver thought was half decent. As the cab driver, swerved to avoid hitting other cars, and braked hard at red lights, all the while honking furiously, Devon reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask, the silver shining out his initials in the light, dtf. Funny how that was also an abbreviation for the slightly dirtier mind, no matter, he knocked it back and took an effortlessly big swig, embracing the fire in his throat. Good old Glenlivet.

The cab driver stopped suddenly and his hand shot into the back seat, Devon raised an eyebrow and took a glance out the window, sighing he pulled out a wad of cash and passed over the money with tip. He slinked out of the car and took a look at the club, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning back to take a look at the sky, cloudy night. He slipped into the club with ease and his eyes were drawn to her. Blonde, confident and obviously from wealth. She was heading to mingle but the lights kept on hiding her from him, which he only decided he could use to his advantage. Keeping to her right, touching hips of the beautiful women of Miami as he worked his way towards her. The music was vibing through his body, making him electric as he reached her, standing behind her he put his hands on her waist, taking a chance he might say, and as the lights went dark again he leaned towards her ear, close enough that she could hear him, a challenge.

"Can you dance, m'lady?"

WORDS! 450
STATUS! complete
TAGS! lily
NOTES! nada
INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[lily evelynn greene]

Perhaps she should have expected it to happen after the advances from the men at the bar, but the alcohol had lowered her inhibitions to where the man whispering in her ear genuinely surprised her. Of course he‘d asked at the perfect time as well considering the room was dark and she couldn‘t see him until they brought the lights back up. Even then she could only see him every so often with the flash of light, never really able to get a good look for too long. Her curiosity was sparked and she was intrigued.

“Can I dance?” she repeated, looking at the man with a raised eyebrow as if to silently ask him ‘are you serious’. Although initially she had planned to brush him off just as she had done the others, she decided to have a bit more fun with this one before completely cutting him loose.

“Yes,” she replied after a moment. Resting her hand on her hip she flipped her hair over her shoulder with a tilt of her head. Her other hand held her drink out beside her with her elbow bent slightly at her waist. “I am physically capable of dancing. Pretty good at it too. I‘ve had a bit of practice,” she continued. “Now will I dance with you?” she asked, a smirk of amusement spreading across her features. Lily brought her glass to her lips and slowly took a sip, intentionally lengthening the silence. “That’s a different question entirely," she finally said. With a scoff she asked, "What makes you any different than anyone else who has already approached me?”

[devon tobias ford]

Maybe that's why he always came back to Miami, maybe it was the women that brought him back. As lusty as that sounds, it had barely anything to do with that, there was something else, a memory lurking in the back of his skull that was calling to be remembered and overcome him with probable grief, but it was just out of reach, it was holding an ever changing mask and keeping to the shadows, always keeping him an inch away from remembering. He snapped himself back to reality as her sleek voice hit his ears.

She looked good when she was mocking him. He could easily tell that she thought strongly of herself, in her mind, she held herself easily above pretty much anyone else thriving and flirting in this club. He was honestly a bit surprised that she didn't just slap him and get on with her life, let him go, nice and harsh, but this is where the games begin and she was going to be one hell of a fierce competitor. What with the prolonged, but elegant, silences that she created, keeping you intrigued every second of it. The music in the background only seemed a rhythm now, noise surrounding them, keeping their beat.

"What makes me any different?" He paused to think about it for a minute. "In all honesty, probably not too much, but enough to intrigue you. You could have easily let me off there but something stopped you." He flashed a crooked smile before continuing. "You're not the only one who knows how to play the game." He added and took a swig from his flask. He knew he had captured some interest, somehow, now the tricky part was too hold it.

WORDS! 450
STATUS! complete
TAGS! lily
NOTES! nada
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
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TILLE @ Caution 2.0
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[lily evelynn greene]

“I think that had more to do with this than you,” she said as she lifted her drink into the air. Now tired of holding the glass in her hand, she scanned the area around her for a place to set it down. Unless she wanted to set it down in the middle of the dance floor though she seemed to be out of luck. Instead of walking back to the bar, Lily grabbed the shoulder of a random person and simply handed her drink off to them. The person scoffed and eyed her with a glare, but as Lily had expected the girl was too shocked by her audacity to actually say anything. This was pretty common. Then again, even if Lily ever did manage to come across someone who had the nerve to call her out on her actions, her high status pretty much made her untouchable--she’d have the poor soul kicked out in an instant.

But if she hadn’t been interested in the man before then when he mentioned ‘the game’ she knew she was hooked. There was nothing better than a good game and she pretty always came out on top. Lily could make out the crooked smile through the flashing lights before they faded. Shifting her eyes down towards the dance floor the woman chuckled with a sly grin before lifting her head back up to make eye contact. With a nod of her head, she motioned for him to follow her out further out onto the dance floor where she started to dance--though not with him. That wouldn’t have made a very fun game if she had.

Lily moved her hips side to side to the music, her head bobbing along in the same direction. Her hips brushed against strangers and occasionally she’d even grind against someone to the music. Moving her hand to her hair she gave it a playful tousle. The whole time though she kept her eyes focused on the honest man with the crooked smile. Cupping her hand around her mouth, she called out to him over the music, “I believe it’s your move.”

[devon tobias ford]

Devon appreciated her confidence. The way she handed off her drink to some random when there was no counter or waiter waiting to catch it from her pale hands on a silver platter and escort it away from her view. She knew that no one would come up against her, tell her off, and in knowing this, they knew it too. Devon almost wished upon the other lady to retort against the action, to throw it back and defend herself but she did exactly the opposite, only offering a scoff but her eyes showed weakness, she had no idea what else to do. She knew her place in this. It would have been quite the wrong thing to do though, talk back. If there was one thing he could tell off the bat, it was that the blonde had status somewhere and somehow and she could strip you of every scrap of dignity you were made of.

He saw her eyes stray to the dance floor slightly and he knew it had started. The taunting, the temptation and the thrill. He watched her closely as she moved away from him and onto the dance floor, his eyes strayed down her body and followed her hips as she slid among strangers, giving them a taste before moving on to the next. Teasing. He got caught in her eyes though, she kept his stare as she went further out, pulling him out, he kept up with her and her words reached out for him.

He closed the space between them, following her lead. "Well played." He reached for her hand and spun her around smoothly so that their bodies were up against each other. "Don't get nervous on me now" He taunted. Heat radiated from both their bodies and he could feel her breathing, steady as they come. Not much chance of her getting nervous, at least, not this early in the game. He still had a long way to go. He could feel the eyes of some others in the club focus in on them, watching them, marking out what their next move would be. He let his hands slid down her body, straying to her hips. "You're quite the tease."

WORDS! 450
STATUS! complete
TAGS! lily
NOTES! nada
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
TILLE @ Caution 2.0
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[lily evelynn greene]

Lily threw her head back with a laugh as he spun her. Their bodies pressed against each other and she looked up at him through her long dark lashes as he tried to taunt her. “Nervous,” she repeated with a scoff followed by a chuckle. Lily tried to think of a time when she’d ever been nervous in this type of situation, but her mind drew a blank. She had always been the one in control and even now she had no doubts that at the end of the night she’d be the victor in the little game they played. “I’m shaking in my heels already,” she told him with an extreme ease and confidence that contradicted her words.

As they danced Lily noticed people around them watching. Since she was the face in front of and behind Greene Suites being in the spotlight was nothing new to Lily. However she had a feeling that their spectators weren’t watching because of her. Lily turned with her back against his chest just as he slid his hands down to her hips. Turning her head to the side she lifted her arm and reached back behind her to run her hand across his cheek. When he called her a tease she grinned in response. “And to think I’m going easy on you. Don’t want to play all my cards in the first hand.”

“We’re being watched,” she informed him in amusement. The eyes that had been on them had not only multiplied, but now there was a visible circle around them from where the other patrons moved to give them more space. Lily couldn’t deny there was some kind of chemistry there--at least for the moment. The fact that others were intrigued with them was a bit surprising though. It was enough for Lily’s guard to drop as she turned around to face him and wrapped her arm around his neck.

“Lets get out of here,” she said. While it may have sounded like an advance, Lily knew that if she stayed in this environment with others urging and encouraging them on as such then she could very well lose this game. She needed to change the scenery. It was a ploy to get things back in her favor. “What do you say?”

[devon tobias ford]

Devon was enthralled by the touch of her body, her curves, her warmth, he decided to just let his mind wander, he didn't stand much of a chance trying to put a muzzle on male thoughts. Yet, she didn't force herself onto him in a desperate attempt at a tease but she didn't hover. She was in total control of how much she gave and how much she took and she knew all about balance. Her contradicting actions amused him.

Being the socialite that she was, Devon wasn't surprised that the eyes of the people didn't bother her much, or at least that was his first impression. She was an exceptional tease, for an amateur they would have already been pre-mature or jumped at the chance she gave when her hand came up to touch his cheek, timing the whole thing wrong, but Devon was not an amateur, he had been through this a couple times and he wasn't satisfied, he hadn't been satisfied in a long time.

As the circle formed around them and she turned to face him again, he saw his opening, his crack to work on. "You may not be playing all your cards, but you have a terrible poker face." He pointed out, he had noticed that her advance could be one of two things. "You either, are starting to actually shake in your heels or you're actually making a very straight forward advance on me, which at the moment, even though I am quite irresistible, highly doubt." He laughed softly. He was tempted to challenge her to keep going, keep moving, challenge the crowd and her limits but he decided he was going to take the leap of faith.

"After you." He was going to see how far he could challenge himself instead. Usually, when he saw his advantage, he kept it close and didn't let the other party slip out the side door but tonight he was feeling the risk. "I'll give you some sort of chance."

WORDS! 450
STATUS! complete
TAGS! lily
NOTES! nada
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
TILLE @ Caution 2.0
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[lily evelynn greene]

It was slightly aggravating to know that he’d won this round, but you had to know when to play them and when to fold. Lily knew this decision would work out best for her in the long run. This game was far from over and the ultimate winner still had to be crowned. She would be the one to win it.

“Come on,” she said, waving for him to follow. Lily weaved her way through the dance floor with ease reaching the doors to the club. Handing her ticket to the valet she waited patiently for him to retrieve her car and pull it around to the front. The thought that he might have his own car never crossed her mind nor did the fact that she really didn’t know anything about him. Now that she was in a place where the lights weren’t flashing constantly she could get a good look at him. Lily smiled before nodding her head in approval; she could have done much worse.

“I‘m a very straight forward kind of woman,” she told him with a smirk as they waited. “I know what I want and I go after it.” Turning her head ever so slightly to the side, she moved her eyes to look at him. “I usually always get it.”

There wasn’t much time to talk anymore as the valet returned with her Jaguar XC seventy-five. “Just got it working again,” she said as she headed towards the passenger door. “Had to get new spark plugs for it.” Crossing her arms in front of her she tilted her head to the side. “I’ve been drinking, but I don’t think I saw you with a drink in yours. You up for driving?”