Thank you for the venom.(Addie)

[chase]

One of these days, her liver was going to turn to dust and give out on her. Her drinking was starting to become a bit of a dirty habit. Then again, what about her wasn't dirty? She found women more than just friends, she could strip tease extremely well, and she could have you tight in your pants with a look of her eyes. Her she sat at a corner booth, in the darkened path of the bar. Chase Fulcem. A deadly werewolf, that really wasn't one to be toyed with, especially since she was almost drunk this very instant. She yawned, growing out her doggish claws and scratching them along the wooden table, a screeching noise emitting. Since she had picked up another dirty habit, smoking. Thankfully this bar allowed it, she took out a pack from her back pocket and lit it, dragging on it long and hard. Mens eyes were glued on her, and thankfully she was turned off. Not even their eyes raking her gave her the slightest pleasure in her, assets. She was in the best shape, her rock hard abs, muscular arms, and tight sculpted legs that went perfectly with her sculpted but not firm and tight butt. She was every uncivilized mans dream. But those damned vampires could do so much more than she could. But she wouldn't have it, any vampire she met met their doom.

That's how the game was played. If she didn't have the nessecary tools on her to kill them. She found them in the nick of time. Her phone vibrated in her purse, and she pursed her lips to keep the smoking device there. One of her friends, wanting to know where she was. Hell, sooner or later she wouldn't even know what her first name was. Her drunken stupor wasn't something to toy with. She made the blondest of blondes look smart. She texted back, saying she was drunk as a mule, and soon to be high as a chicken. One of her stupid sayings she'd recovered over the course of 24 years. She pocketed the cellular device and took a drink of her Sex on the beach. What a wonderful drink, what a wonderful thing to have. Ok, so when she was drunk she was slightly horny. So stick a silver bullet down her throat god damnit. She dragged out another long puff, before blowing it out, a cloud of smoke forming around her beautifully formed face. She rested her head along the wooden bench, and closed her eyes. She could feel the sober part of her morning life start to disperse before her very mind. Time to party. It was amazing how Chase could maintain a job, when she was hungover most of the time. Smelled like smoke, or raw meat. Hunting came after the drunk and high part. So that she wouldn't remember the ironic, and completely off the wire things she had done in her wolf form. But the amazing thing was she felt so free. So out there, like nothing could shoot her down. Nothing could restrain the call of the wild. She twiddled her cigarette between her pointer and middle finger, bored.

She felt eyes on her. She closed her eyes rolling them behind closed lids. You would have thought that people would learn that she knew that they were watching her intently, talking about her in hushed whispers. She smudged out her cigarette and reapplied bloody red lipstick, doing it slowly, seductivly. Half the men were drooling over her already, why not go ahead and give them a fullblown erection? She pursed her thin lips and pretended to act like..well a slut. She could be at sometimes though, she capped the lipstick and lighted another cigarette. Maybe tonight, she'd meet someone worth doing more than screwing over. It was only a Tuesday, so nothing to crazy, nothing to hasty. She lighted it, the smoke erupting and clouding her vision. Was she meant to be an addiction magnet? Addicted to the liver-killer? Addicted to the lung killer? No. A simple sucky ass past had bought this on her. A family secret that ran deep through her veins. Yup, she though as she dragged, a sucky ass past had made her this.

[*Adele Mullins]

Adele had been out hunting that night. She knew that a few of the others had left as well, and they had all went their separate directions. Kat and Tristan stayed home, of course. Kat was pregnant, and she couldn’t be out hunting. Adele and the rest of the pack had all agreed as well. Though she wasn’t the biggest fan of Tristan, she did like Kat, and she was happy for her that she was pregnant. Babies…It was a concept that she didn’t hope to have for herself. She would watch after the pups of the pack, make sure nothing happened to them, though from a distance. She didn’t want to risk that because she got close to them something would happen…She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if something horrible happened to Kat’s children, or anyone else’s in the pack. It would be her fault if it did, if she got too close to them. No, she would watch over them from a distance and make sure nothing happened to them. She knew that she would never have a man in her life. She had sworn off men with a vengeance after that damn vampire raped her when she was a teenager.

She wore a pair of faded blue jeans with holes ripped in the knees and a long sleeved cream colored shirt. She always wore long sleeves, and always made sure that her back was completely covered. She had ugly scars along her arms and back…Her arms from countless vampire bites where that bastard Chase had fed from her during her 7 years of being a prisoner in his dirt basement. The scars on her back was from beatings that she received until the day that she managed to kill him and escape. Her long brown hair fell down her shoulders, framing her face.

She looked up at the sky above her, the stars twinkling down at her. She still could remember the first time she saw the sky in 7 years…It had been a shock to her, it was so big. She had been kept underground for the last 7 years, never coming out of that dirt basement…The only thing that she had that allowed her to see the outside was a small window about 20 feet above her head. She couldn’t see the sky, but she could see the sunlight…She could even go and stand in the thin rays at times. However, after killing the bloodsucker who helped murder her mother, father, brother, and the rest of her pack, when she went outside that first time…She had nearly had a heart attack. She had dreamed of the time when she would finally escape from him and run outside and to freedom….But she couldn’t remember outside being that big! It was never ending expanse of Montana mountain terrain and starry skies. It was a night much like this one.

“Am I making you proud, Danny? Do you still love me, or have you grown disgusted with your baby sister? I am trying my best, but…No matter what Kat says, I still believe that death follows me…If it wasn’t for me, perhaps you and mom and dad would still be alive, along with the other members of our pack…I love you Danny, and I hope you still love me…” She said up to the sky, knowing her brother could hear her still, even in death. That was why, even now, she still held onto her promises that she made to him, and never cried. She had sworn to him when she was a little girl that she would never cry in front of him again…And now that he was dead…She knew he was in the mountains of Jan’sher, watching her, and she didn’t want to break her promise…She had broken that promise only once, and she would be damned if she would do it again.

The night was slow, and vampires were apparently staying in their coven houses, because they certainly weren’t on the streets. Well, this was just a WONDERFUL way for her to spend her night…Walking the streets, with absolutely nothing to do. The last thing that she needed was some human coming up to her and trying to act like a ‘thug’. She would leave a bloodied body laying in the middle of the street. She wasn’t in the mood for any of those humans who thought they could wave a gun at someone and get whatever they wanted. And she would be damned if some male was going to lay his hands on her and get away with it, she didn’t give a damn what race he was.

A bar caught her eye and she sighed, shrugging slightly. She might as well go in and get drunk, since nothing else was going on. She walked into the bar, pulling out a pack of Marlboro Menthols and lighting one once she got to the bar, ordering a Screw Driver with four shots of vodka. Her lavender eyes scanned the room around her as she waiting on the bartender to make her drink, scanning over the people in the room as she took a drag from her cigarette. Men didn’t interest her, however…Women did. It was something that she had been keeping quiet for as long as she had been away from that bastard vampire, no one knew about it…Jerry had, but he was dead now, and he had taken that secret with him to his grave…Yet another reason that she wondered if her brother had become disgusted with her. Her eyes came to remain on a woman with blond hair and pretty blue eyes, dressed to impress. Her lavender eyes flashed, but she had to look away. She couldn’t afford getting with anyone, even if just for a one night stand.

[chase]

She dragged on the cigarette slowly, letting her wolf instincts scold the area. Nothing interesting. Usual ruckus in this part of town. Who had the best fuck last night? Who gave the best blow job? It really didn’t matter to her. She couldn’t stand those sticks for a sexual arousement. It was just a silly little toy, that people used to itch their scratches. And then..BAM! Dropped on the floor, deprived and longing for better, longer, dirtier. And it was disgusting to be in the midst of. She ordered another Sex on the Beach, this time with harder vodka..just plain harder. She rolled her head around, her neck cracking somewhat loudly. She stubbed the cigarette out and lit another one. Chain smoker she was. They bought her drink, and she took a swig. Ah, the acidic taste hitting the back of her mouth only made her smile in triumph. She could her own on a drink. She felt slightly buzzed, but then again. She was an alcoholic. Getting buzzed was only a natural part of life, and you grew to deal with. But the hangovers, just kept coming back with more and more hate every fucking time. Chase looked down at her right hand, the one that had no feeling in it. Stupid vampires. Her eyebrows furrowed, her fangs seeping out barely below her upper lip. They had done this to her. They had made her this. This animal. The animal that took down the leeches of the world. The bloodsuckers that crawled so easily under her skin. But oh well. What was done was done, and what needed to be done would almost definitely be dealt with. She drank her drink slowly, and stood up shaking in her seat. “Hey! What does a woman have to do to get some decent drinks around here?!” She yelled, her New York accent making her here, sound like heire. She almost laughed at the amount of people; mostly men, who stood up willing to pay for her drink. It was amazing how her voice almost sounded like a bark, commanding and willing to do anything to get it. She shook her hair over her shoulders, and lit another one, smoke puffing in her face.

She wondered what her mother and father were thinking about right now. Watching her from..wherever they were? Would they look down on her bad habits? Smoking, drinking, cheap and dirty sex at bars? Well..the last one really only happened when she was really drunk. But you know, with this current love life of hers, it wouldn’t help to get up sometimes. She shook her head, laughing to herself. But her parents really shouldn’t be disappointed in her, she was a completely healthy wolf. She could run half a mile faster then any vampire could ever dream of. She had a better sense of hearing as well. But only a little bit of things had driven her to this. Death in the family. Death in the friends. Death, death, death! It was following her like a fucking bubonic plague! She couldn’t escape it, no matter where she went! Death, by her close friend. Death by her mother and father. And now, 24, she still couldn’t get over the fact of it. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, a stack of drinks appearing in front of her. She raised an apprehensive eyebrow. What in the hell….? She sniffed the drinks as she casually laid back in her booth. Most of were ones she had already drunk, but hell. Beggers couldn’t be choosers? Now could they? She slowly took one up to her parted lips, when a full on scent hit her. Werewolf. Female. If she was one of those animated wolf characters, doing the wolf call. Her tongue would be lolled out like it.

She let her eyes follow her nose, and was struck by the beauty. She was the most beautiful werewolf- no correction. Woman. She had ever seen. The beautiful face framed by her lovely brown hair. Her perfect, pouty lips, her sad but craving eyes. They were so beautiful on her. Chase let her eyes rest on her, the cigarette burning halfway up to her lips. She quickly dropped it, into the most distasteful drink at the table. And for a split of a second, their eyes connected. Her heart skipped a couple beats. And then she looked away. And her heart fell. What did she do to deserve this? This woman obviously had to of had some interest in her. All of the other woman wearing lower cut tops, and her eyes rested on hers. Something was there, right? She let her eyes linger on the woman for a few more minutes, before taking out her phone again. She propped it onto the table, and snapped a quick picture of her new found..werewolf. She texted him with a message. Like her? Should I approach, or let her come to me? She set it downing another drink, lighting another cigarette, the dizziness becoming more broad and there. More solid. She twiddled with the lung trap in her mouth, like someone in a game of professional poker. But Chase usually preferred strip poker. More fun to purposefully get out. She chuckled slightly, her phone vibrating in her pocket.

Go for it babe. She’s..smoking. She read the text, rolled her eyes, and deleted it. Little did her friend know that right now, she was in her own little fire. That much smoke. She trained her eyes on the girl again, and this time if she looked up, she would see Chase motioning for her to come and join her. Thos beautiful lavender colored eyes would be attached to her by the end of the night. She would do anything. And she meant, everything.

[*Adele Mullins]

All types of scents had been assaulting her nose since she walked into the bar. Smoke, liquor, sweat, food, pot…All kinds of drugs. This was just the typical smell of most bars, though. They were filled with people who were on all kinds of drugs and other things. None of that mattered to her. She dabbled in a little bit of everything. A little pot, she used to do pills here and there and some other things when the urge caught her. However, tonight, all she wanted to do was drink.

She could feel the liquor fill her veins and warm her from the inside out. She was becoming more and more relaxed, though she was still ready for anything. She never allowed herself to get so drunk that she couldn’t fight if she came across a vampire… Which didn’t seem very damn likely tonight. She had searched everywhere before she came here, and there wasn’t a damn one. Kind of frustrating, actually, to have come out wanting a good hunt, and not being able to find one. Why did it seem that all the fucking vampires were out and about when she didn’t want to fight, but now that she wanted a good tumble, they were no where to be found.

She took another drink of her Screw Driver, realizing that she was out. She motioned for the bartender to refill her plastic cup. She thought better of it and pulled the cup away just as he was getting ready to take it. “Actually, just give me straight vodka, alright? Two shots.” The bartender nodded a smirk on his face. He thought that she was going to get plastered and then be taken home by one of these filthy males. The thought almost made her laugh. She would die and burn in the Christian version of Hell before she would go home with any of these smelly, dirty, disgusting men. Or even the clean ones, for that matter.

Her eyes kept darting over to the female wolf sitting at the other end of the bar. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of her for some reason. Her blue eyes were the most beautiful things she had ever seen, so crystal clear. Those eyes held an intensity that could very well rival her own. Adele sighed, taking one of her shots and downing it, tossing it back at the bartender easily. That lycan wouldn’t want anything to do with her anyway, even if it was safe for Adele to approach her. She was permanently scared, and no one wanted to be with someone who had the hideous scars that she did covering their back and arms. And plus, even if it wasn’t for that…Too many people were dead because Death followed Adele like a lost fucking puppy. Anyone who she got close to died. And she wasn’t going to let another death be on her hands. Her pack leader, Kat, was always trying to tell her that the deaths that had gone on with people in her life were not her fault…No matter what Katra said, it would not make Adele let down her guard and grow to love the wolves in her new pack, or Kat’s kids, as much as she desperately wanted to.

She downed her other shot, shaking her head slightly as the burn coursed down her throat and into her stomach, her lavender eyes widening slightly for a moment. She reached into her pocket and pulled out another Menthol cigarette, lighting it quickly. She heard juke box music playing off to one side and she groaned. They were playing some sort of hick ass country. If they didn’t change this music soon, she was going to go up there and change it her damn self…By removing all the country. She could feel a set of eyes on her, and she turned her head in that direction, ready to snarl at whoever it was to make them quit watching her…She wasn’t prepared for what she did see though. The blond female was smiling at her, motioning for her to come over.

She debated for a minute or two as to whether it would be safe…Her head was telling her to stay put, but something else was urging her to go over to the girl…And with a shock, she realized it was her wolf. That threw her off balance more than anything. Her wolf had never so much as raised her head for any of the few women that Adele had ever noticed in her life. Now her wolf was standing up and running around like she was on speed or something, demanding that she go to the other female. Adele decided that there was nothing wrong with at least talking to her. No one said that she had to attach herself to the woman.

She stood up, paying for her drinks, and walked over to the blond, sitting down beside her. Her brown hair fell over her face, her lavender eyes flashing as she took in the woman’s scent, which was now so much clearer now that they were up close. Her own scent was ginger, her brother had always teased her when they were little, saying that she smelled like cookies and one day he was going to bite her and find out if she tasted like them too. “Hey.” She said, blowing the smoke from her cigarette towards the girl’s face, eyeing her. “So, what would be the name of the wolf wrapped in sheep’s clothing that seems to have captured the attention of every little sheep in here?” She asked, tilting her head to one side slightly, pulling on her sleeves gently out of habit.

[chase]

She didn’t ignore her true instincts. Her wolf longing for a taste. She reached out her hand, and took her hand and kissed it slightly. “Her name would be Chase. Fulcem. And the werewolf with the most capturing eyes name would be?” She said, closing her eyes, taking in her scent mixed with the smoke. Ginger that seemed to have been burned. It made her mouth water, without a doubt. She looked over at the bartender, and motioned him over. She ordered a shot mixed with coke. “And whatever the lovely lady will have as well.” The bartender look at them as if they couldn’t even down an energy drink. Chase was an experience drinker. So she could basically hold her on in any situation. Once on a drunk night she barely remembered, she won $400 in a drinking contest. Yeah, she puked her guts and brains out afterwards and took almost two bottles of Advil to get rid of the hangover. But hell, it had been worth it. She still hadn’t released the girls hand, and saw the sleeve fall backwards. Scars. They were beautiful. Self-inflicted, or suffered from god knew what. They were beautiful. They were art. Beautiful works of art. “Your quiet beautiful. And with these scars..”, Chase snaked her eyes down to her wrist, “Only had to it.” She said it and smiled softly at the girl. She leaned backwards in her chair, stretching lazily. Her wolf whined in the back of her head, and she silenced it. More than likely, it wanted to mate with this other werewolf. Mutual instinct you could call it. Hey scent though, smelled so good. Though her own scent, somewhat resembled a mans. Musky, woody, and the stain of cigarette and alcohol. Yeah. Sometimes a drunken patron looking for a nice one night stand would confuse her for a man based off of her scent. Too bad they didn’t stick around long after they realized their mistake.

Chase just stared at her beautiful eyes. They were so..purple. No. Not purple, a light lavender. That would capture anyone’s attention. Her eyes themselves, were a strange color themselves. A shocking blue. Ice blue. And she had a cold attitude to match it. When she was pissed off. Or..when someone did something completely pointless and time wasting. She flexed her arms, and popped out her own Camel Light box. She was a chain smoker already. At 24. A young age sure, but she was young. Rehabilation was a possibility. Like she would take it. She’d fucking let her lungs go to waste, and her liver shrivel up and give out. Yeah. She was hard partier. She always had been. In collage, she didn’t study, but damn could she throw a good frat party. “So what brings a doll like you around this part of town?” It defitinly wasn’t a safe part of town. Gun shots would probably be heard around Drug deals. In the alleyways poor girls loosing their innocence, or quickies shooting up and out.

Yeah. Not safe at all.

“Not to sound to forward, love, but can I get your number? I don’t wanna forget your face.” She said, her New York accent bright and flirty. She would have used a corny pick up line, but she didn’t wanna throw this beautiful flower back into the dirt. No, that just wouldn’t be right. This flower deserved to be in the finest garden. Daffodils. Roses. Tulips. Only the most beautiful of flowers. The most elegant. The most eleaborate. The best tasting of wine. She lit another cigarette, stubbing out the one she had just lit a few moments ago. She cleared her throat and smelled some hard stuff. Snort. She truly hated that stuff. Go ahead, the humans could throw away their noses. But vampires and werewolves needed it. Especially if they wanted to kick their asses. Chase was highly disappointed as soon as she stepped out of her mansion door. No vampires to hunt. The only ones she smelled where the ones that were haunting her house. Haunting the night of the ambush. Haunting her parents and relatives. She blinked herself back into reality, trying to get rid of those horrible thoughts. No. not tonight. Not when she had the lovely company of this angel. And by god she couldn’t let herself get distracted. She looked at her. Intently. She was glad enough that she was over. Here. Talking to her. Not with any other pig, she was the only civilized person in this room at the moment able to handle her.

“So. What do you do for a living? I’m sure it’d be hard to keep a job.” She paused, smiling, “Because your boss would be over you. And if I sound like a pig it’s only because I’m drunk.” She said it bluntly. She meant it too. Hopefully her open opinions didn’t offend her. She hoped they didn’t, a slap in the face was what she deserved for opening up her rude ass mouth, and the mouth that ran itself almost all the time. She then just realized how loud the music was. How many bodies were pulsing with sweat. Exotic. Erotic.

She smiled slowly, stood up, grabbing her hand. She pulled her closely to her, and pulled themselves into the middle of the dance floor. The music almost instantly picked up her senses, and she felt herself let go. This was her time to shine. Her dancing could fit any exotic dancers. She had hips that worked to her advantage. She would gyrate with this girl if she allowed. She took her hips in her hands letting her head rest on her shoulder. Her breath brushing the hair from her neck.

[*Adele Mullins]

Her name would be Chase. Fulcem. And the werewolf with the most capturing eyes name would be? Addie had to fight back her initial reaction to hearing that name. Chase...She just couldn't get the hell away from the constant reminder, could she? Fate was never going to cut her a break. Her reaction was odd though, it didn't make any sense...Normally, had someone grabbed her hand and kissed it, she would have been pissed off enough as it was...But with the alcohol that was thrumming through her, it wasn't all that much of a shock that she was more relaxed than usual. Alcohol calmed her down...Made her just a little bit less of a bitch...And even though with hearing that this beautiful woman had the same name as the filthy corpse who had tortured her to the brink of death over and over again for years, she couldn't bring herself to think anything bad about her. Sure, hearing the name set her teeth on edge and made her want to snarl, tear, slash at the first thing she could get to...But not her. Not this intreging female wolf in front of her. She had caught her eye, and that was something hard to do, if not damn near impossible. She shook herself out of her stupor long enough to get her wits back, blinking rapidly. "My name is Adele. Adele Mullins." She glanced at the bar tender, ordering for herself a Jack on the rocks...Easy on the ice.

Addie's lavender eyes widened slightly as she realized that her sleeve had come up and was showing her scars. She quickly covered them again, looking at Chase like she was insane. Beautiful? Her scars? Was she nuts? "They were given to me a long time ago, and I generally keep them covered. I don't like the reminder that they bring me." She didn't understand what was going on, sure, she knew that she was attracted to women, but she had never really had the impulse to act on that desire...With Chase, however, it was as if something was pulling her towards the woman. Her scent was more male than female, masculine than feminine. It was sexy, the mixture of musk, woods, alcohol, and cigarette smoke. It was driving her insane. She finally realized what it was that was pulling her towards Chase...It was her wolf. What the hell? Her wolf never, EVER, under any circumstances, showed interrest in another person, wolf or not. Her lavender eyes flashed slightly as Chase leaned back in her chair, stretching like a cat. Something about that simple movement caught her attention and refused to let her go.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips when Chase asked her next question. "Doll? Honey, no one has ever referred to me as a 'doll.' Some have called me a demon, a bitch, you name it, I've heard it directed at me...Doll is a first, though. I came out this way, hopeing that I would be able to scrounge up some vampire action, but apparently I was wrong. They don't seem to be out and about tonight...Which just fucking sucks. I would love to take out some frustration in a fight. I don't like vampires. At all. Every time I pass by one on the streets, I kill it. And when it's been too long since I just happened to bump into one, I go hunting. I seem to be coming up empty handed tonight, though." Her eyes flashed a mischevious light as she took a drink of her Jack, her eyes never leaving Chase's ice blue ones. Ice blue...The color was fitting. Adele could tell that Chase had a personality as cold as she did, whether it was the alcohol affectiing this female like it was her, or something else, she didnt know. But she could sense a kindred spirit when she saw one.

Adele cocked her head to one side slightly when Chase asked for her phone number, her brown hair sliding down her shoulders, framing her face slightly. Her hair usually had a slight curl to it, a wavy look, but not tonight. She had straightened her hair before leaving the pack house. Just because she had no real sense of fashion or the desire to have one, didn't mean that she didn't enjoy endulging in some girly things. She could even be caught with a little bit of make up on every now and then. She normally wouldn't give her number out...Why in the hell would she want someone calling her all the time looking to hook up when she really wasn't interrested? But could she honestly say that about Chase? Was she really not interrested? She was, and she knew it. And that was bad. Anyone she allowed herself to become close to died. Plain and simple. She didn't allow herself to get close to anyone, it was safer for them. That's not true. You've allowed yourself to slip up and become close to some of the members of the pack you now belong to...So why not slip up again with the sexy wolf sitting in front of you? Adele shook her head, shocked to see that she had Chase's phone in hand and had already keyed in over half of her phone number. Should she finish it, or delete it? With a mental sigh, she decided to go ahead and put in the rest of her phone number, saving it under Addie. It was what most people called her anyway, it had become her permanient nick name with the pack.

Chase's comment about her boss actually brought a laugh out of her as she handed her phone back to her. "Wow, that had to be the worst pick up line ever." But it was cute. She had to admit that, if not out loud, than at least to herself. It kept a smile on her face anyway. "I'm taking a bit of a break from my job...I eared enough damn money that I could take a few years off work...I made more money than your average job. And it involved my favorite thing to do: exterminate vampires." She had been a hired assassin, working for a pack of werewolves that she had belonged to...No...Pack was the wrong word...It had been more of a society. Packs were close, like the one that she was in now. They were just working together, handing out assignments to those of them who actually did field work. She had been one of those wolves, and she had become the most dangerous woman in the United States to a vampire by the time she was 17. She prided herself on that fact. Every now and then they would get assignments for humans, or even other werewolves, and they would take them without question. The wolves had always been turned into them because of having 'special relationships' with vampires...In other words, they were betraying their kind and fucking the leaches.

Addie's eyes widened in slight protest as Chase grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the dance floor. She noticed how easily the other wolf allowed herself to slip into the beat of the music. She hadn't danced in years. She hadn't felt the need to dance in years. "Chase, I can't dance." But despite that admission, she had a smile tugging at her lips, almost succeeding in showing a full blown smile that wasn't cruel and filled with contempt, as usual. This smile was genuine, and held no hint of any animosity. She would enjoy dancing with Chase, even if she was a bit untutored on the dance floor. Her parents had sent her to dance class when she was a child...But that was years ago.

[chase]

Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave

Chase heard her cries of protest but just laughed. Adele wasn't getting out of this one easily. "So? Neither can I! Let the music take control.." She said slurring her words a tad. To prove her point well, she stood still for a little, only a moment it seemed like. Then, she moved her hips slowly, her hands floating up above her. Soon enough, she was dancing like a professional. She had never went to the school dances at school either. Why? Because they were boring and for people who actually gave a damn. She never did. She had more important matters on her mind at that point. The only dance she had ever attended was prom. And that was because her grandparents made her. Forced her into a pink, suction dress. Yech. From that day on she hated the color pink. Hated with a great and powerful feeling. She pulled her thoughts back to the present. The present with lovely Adele Mullins.

She smiled a crooked grin at Adele, and placed her hands on her hips. She cast a look at her to make sure she wasn't violating any personal space. To make sure she wasn't feeling uncomfortable at all. Cause then they would most likely result in a face smacking. And those hurt. Like a bitch, which was what Adele was refrencing herself too. So yeah, avoid face smacking at all costs. She licked her salty lips, and rocked Adele's hips back and forth. "See? Like this." She said, making her mimick her own hips. She moved a little closer again, making sure she wasn't violating space. Yet. She was soon enough grinding lightly with her, feeling more and more inclined to kiss her. Make her needy with Chase. Was that the buzz talking? Or was it really her? Sometimes she couldn't decide.

Then the music became more upbeat, more close together. More erotic. And Chase became more..advanced in her need for Adele's lips. She bought her face closer, breathing heavily from the dancing, and the closeness of everyone on this dancefloor. It was all in some way to Chase, extremely romantic. And Adele was beautiful. Those violet eyes. They were what turned on Chase the most right now. This vicious, intimedating eyes. All very sexy.